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Secrets in the Barley ( a true story )
[Verse 1]
Walking by the barley
Near the top of Knighton field
I come upon a shard so white
What secrets could it yield?
Was it dropped here once from picnic
Or farmhands’ summer teas?
The wind runs soft along the stems
Like whispers through the trees
[Verse 2]
Today I found a seashell
In the soil, pale and fine
It’s travelled from the ocean
Where the salt waves twist and shine
Did it fall from some old pocket
Brought home from far away?
Or was it laid here long ago
Before the barley swayed?
[Chorus]
Porcelain and seashells
In the furrows and the clay
Holding stories in their silence
Of another, older day
Were they lost in laughter’s moment
Or set down with weary hands?
Now they lie in quiet earth
Where Knighton’s barley stands
[Verse 3]
The plough will wake them slowly
And the rain will wash them clean
Each fragment like a puzzle piece
In a picture never seen
And I’ll keep walking by the barley
Gathering what I find
The earth still speaks in pieces
To those who have the time
[Chorus]
Porcelain and seashells
In the furrows and the clay
Holding stories in their silence
Of another, older day
Were they lost in laughter’s moment
Or set down with weary hands?
Now they lie in quiet earth
Where Knighton’s barley stands
[Outro]
Porcelain and seashells
In the furrows and the clay
Knighton field will hold its secrets
Long after we walk away