Seeds in the Grass

There's a big old tree In the front most piece Of my yard And I haven't see it In so many years But it's my fault Last thing I recall It was twice as tall As I was then And before all that Seeds in the grass From my mother's hands There's a wooden swing Still blowin' in the wind Of my yard And thanks to that dear tree I could kick my feet up To the stars One day I recall I had fallen hard As we do sometimes Before I reacted My father snatched me up Off the ground "It's gonna be okay" My roots grow deep And my leaves reach out To hold you But you're far away I miss those days When I could hold you All these memories Sometimes need a little watering Just seeds in the grass Seeds in the grass Seeds in the grass Seeds in the grass