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Lyrics by Taylor Posey, Music by Austin Walker, Will Teller, & Michael Malpiedi.
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Across golden fields at Emmas Grove,
We’ve thrown a cover for the one I love,
And rain comes down from a weary loom:
The cloudy denim, the cotton moon
And I’ll sing o’er 'til you catch your breath
The nightly labor, like night was deaf,
And if you’re weary, if you want love:
Come lie in the fields at Emma’s Grove.
Wring out your dress in a mountain fold,
Then steal my banjo with its burden of gold.
For your braids are shy like a covey flown
And rustling over your wedding gown.
In lilting rhymes a story I’ll tell:
A blackbird calling, you know him well,
"And if you were mine, I’d tie a bow
Round every tree at Emmas Grove."
Across a vale so fair and long
I know a storehouse of victory songs,
So I carry my step through yarrow and fern,
Through yellow poppies, forget what I’ve learned.
But memory's honey, and I know a song:
“Be true my blossom, don’t tarry long.”
Though my yoke is hard, it’s not far I’ll rove
From fields of golden at Emmas Grove.
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