the berries and the plums (feat. Ching Valdes-Aran & Henry Stram)

I spent the whole day on the dusty floor Reading every page. It was the story of my grandmama and grandpapa: How they met and fell in love, And how they parted as they were fleeing Latvia- Russians on one side, Nazis on the other. A hay truck escape As the berries and plums of their orchard were bursting with ripeness. A summer day Wooden fence against a clear blue sky Flowers and bees Burnt yellow grass beneath white birch trees A hay truck is waiting There's no room for our bags Cannon fire coming closer His eyes so far away He lays me down in the hay Rests his fingers upon my cheek Smiles so sweetly As he breaks my heart And says I can't leave yet The berries and the plums Their harvest time has come You must sail away without me And I'll come and find you both When all the work I have is done Some day When all my troubles here are over He always had a darkness Demons lurking underneath his skin Everyone knew The sadness he hid behind a grin Late nights in the barn Pounding metal, drinking wine Stumbling through the smoke Burning his arm against the forge I'd listen at the door Hear his screams and sobs And whisper to the child inside of me Help me pray for him I can't leave yet The berries and the plums Their harvest time has come You must sail away without me And I'll come and find you both When all the work I have is done Some day When all my troubles here are over Oh what a roman it would make And though I knew That the harvest would go unpicked That my love had given up on himself That he had lost his fight I kiss him on the neck Right under his ear Knowing it's the last time And the last thing I'll hear is I can't leave yet The berries and the plums Their harvest time has come You must sail away without me And I'll come and find you both When all the work I have is done Some day When all my troubles here are over Some day When all my troubles here are over