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 root's grip sucked 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 land
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 a greed
It was me tearing out the baby's breath
Oh I am a helpless man
So help me!
I'm on my knees
Gardening
Trying to make the baby's breath blow
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
Baby's Breath Lyrics performed by Bill Callahan are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Baby's Breath Lyrics performed by Bill Callahan is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD