A purple tree
In the window of our garden home
An abandoned dream
In a wonderfully abandoned place to grow
I walk through the woods
And stare at my wife
In her favorite chair
The limbs were my body
The leaves were her hair
We were planted there
A purple tree
In the window of our garden home
I'm not sure
What everyone is looking for
Is it spring time leaves
The ones that lay outside my door
It's not like I want them no not anymore
They just pile up
The grass may look greener in my yard from yours
But I tilled that ground
Till my back was sore
Now there's a purple tree
In the window of our garden home
And what's dead will grow again
Outside in our garden
Plant the seed and just wait on it
Till early next harvest
The tobacco leaves
Were bitter from there roots on down
Where their former seeds
Had struggled in the wilted ground
But what's dead will grow again
Outside in our garden
Plant the seed and just wait on it
Yill early next harvest
What's dead will grow again
Outside in our garden
The test of our patience
It helps to keep us honest
I will watch it grow
What's dead will grow again
Outside in our garden
Plant the seed and just wait on it
Till early next harvest
What's dead will grow again
Outside in our garden
The test of our patience
It helps to keep us honest
What's dead will grow again
What's dead will grow again