Rain on the pasture is a drug for the land
Ground and water running thick as the blood of a man
Down to the Bluestone, where the house used to be
Now the weeds and the wildflowers all have families to feed

And she's all around you now

The December after was enough to convince, when
In our heavy winter jackets we slipped under the fence
And into cathedrals of cedar and pine
Even when we lost her, she was all we could find

And she's all around you now

The new year comes well before you think it will
Rushes in and dries out, needs time to refill
Three kinds of life, all sights to be seen
The end and the beginning and the evergreen

She's all around you now