Black loam clings to a heavy boot
Digging deep for a dormant root
Soli Solum in the winter cold
Stories told in the heavy mold
First light breaks on a rusted blade
Price of peace is a debt now paid
Dig the hole where the secrets grow
Watch the green in the valley glow
Silver birch with a peeling skin
Where the ghosts of the war begin
Latin names for the poison weed
Sowing salt for a bitter seed
First light breaks on a rusted blade
Price of peace is a debt now paid
Dig the hole where the secrets grow
Watch the green in the valley glow
Iron gates in the morning dew
Copper wires cutting vision through
Patience waits for the seed to wake
Bending low for the spirit's sake
Heavy clay and a steady hand
Carving lines in a broken land
One gold bloom in a field of grey
Bringing hope to a dying day
Water runs through a limestone crack
Walking slow on a needle track
Sedge and moss on a granite stone
Coldest wind that a man has known
First light breaks on a rusted blade
Price of peace is a debt now paid
Dig the hole where the secrets grow
Watch the green in the valley glow
Oak and ash in a steady row
Waiting for the first wind to blow
Sown in dark but the sun is near
Washing out every trace of fear
First light breaks on a rusted blade
Price of peace is a debt now paid
Dig the hole where the secrets grow
Watch the green in the valley glow
Root it deep in the valley floor.
Open wide the garden door.