I look over this land and recall in my mind
How we planted those fields in happier times
Sowing gold corn and barley at the start of the Spring
As we tilled earth together and dream't what our harvest would bring
But I was foolish and weak and I cast you aside
Now our fields they have withered, my spirit has died
Now the wind whistles through the old mortar and stone
And I sit here and watch as The Weeds lay their claim to our home
And they grow, grow, grow
They plot to overthrow
I've boarded the windows and given the deeds
To the brambles, the creepers, The Weeds
By the Green Poison Ivy my house has been 'sacked
Faces of my three children hang crooked and cracked
And the Pink Rhododendron has salted the earth
So that nothing can grow here –
'Least nothing of any great worth
And they grow, grow, grow
They plot to overthrow
I've boarded the windows and given the deeds
To the brambles, the creepers, The Weeds
I look over this house as I sit here alone
It's your love, not my family, that made it a home
If I'd only thought better at the start of the Spring
We'd still have our fields
And the hope of what Autumn would bring
And they grow, grow, grow
They plot to overthrow
I've boarded the windows and given the deeds
To the brambles, the creepers, The Weeds
And they grow, grow, grow
They plot to overthrow
I've boarded the windows and given the deeds
To the brambles, the creepers, The Weeds