Baby's Breath Songtext
von Bill Callahan

There grows a weed
Looks like a flower
Looks like baby′s breath on a mirror

My girl and I
Rushed atop the altar
The sacrifice was made
It was not easy undertaking
The roots gripped soft like a living grave

Oh young girl at the wedding
Baby's breath in her hair
A crowning lace above her face
That′ll last a day
Before it turns to hay

Good plans are made by hand
I'd cut a clearing in the land
For a little bed
For her to cry comfortable in


And each day I looked out on the lawn
And I wondered what all was gone
Until I saw it was lucky old me
How could I run without losing anything?
How could I run without becoming lean?
It was agreed
It was agreed
It was me tearing out the baby's breath

Oh, I am a helpless man
So help me
I′m on my knees
Gardening
It was not a weed
It was a flower
My baby′s gone
Oh, where has my baby gone?
She was not a weed
She was a flower

And now I know you must reap what you sow
Or sing
Yes now I know you must reap what you sow
Or sing