Song Seeds - Kathy Mattea. Sometimes I stop on my way home and watch the children play. And I wonder if they wonder what they'll be some day. Some will dream a big dream and make it all come true
for you. . Seedsseeds. . They spin in twisters in the streets. On shiny days. Like they want to tell me. Something. But I'm in a hurry. And I pretend I don't see these. . Seeds. In the
dreaming of things they'll never do We're all just seeds in God's hands. We start the same but where we land. Is sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sand. We're all just seeds in God's hands I saw a
things I should not have known Rain comes down like it always does. This time, I've got seeds on ground Rain comes down like it always does. This time, I've got seeds on ground Lay down your lantern
dreaming of things they'll never do We're all just seeds in God's hands. We start the same but where we land. Is sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sand. We're all just seeds in God's hands I saw a