Goldenrod

I noticed you Planted a field Of goldenrod In your dining room As the light comes in Can't help but feel That the yellow walls Might know something Might know something Might know something Might know something From your lips a spell fell Through my open hands Like a slotted spoon In your dining room And I'll bloom like an aster Purple in the pasture Of goldenrod You taste like spring You taste like spring You taste like spring You taste like spring And the birds they sing And the butterflies get drunk And of all the falling things My heart's a ship that can't get sunk And the birds they sing And the butterflies get drunk And of all the falling things My heart's a ship that can't get sunk