This Time, I Know

The fire don’t die down much in the springtime
We’re always workin’ hard at keepin’ warm
Buildin’ up our walls a little tighter here and there
Hopin’ we can even out the score

Waitin’ on the sun, to get my good work done
Springtime, she’s runnin’ pretty late
Days spent here with you have changed me through and through
And time gets sweeter everyday

Walk with me real slow
Sit with me awhile
“Goodbye Liza Jane” only makes me smile
And I like the way we’re headed now
Can almost watch the bluebells grow
I was cloudin’ up my head before
But I promise you, this time, I know

Thankful for this home as the gusty May wind blows
Scraped up from my hands down to my feet
Tangled chicken wire, couldn’t pull my socks up higher
There’s work to do and a garden soon to eat

We’re learnin’ everyday, all we need’s one bale of hay
We’re rich in dirt, propane and old barn wood
Just turned thirty-one, here I go around the sun
This year might be one for the books

Walk with me real slow
Sit with me awhile
“Goodbye Liza Jane” only makes me smile
And I like the way we’re headed now
Can almost watch the bluebells grow
I was cloudin’ up my head before
But I promise you, this time, I know

I was cloudin’ up my head before
But I promise you, this time, I know