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
twice. You struck me down like lightning, lightning. You struck me down like lightning, lightning. My stupid heart can't fight it, fight it. So tell me what you want and I'ma give it to you. Like
Now lightning strikes in old New York. It may be dark but I wanna talk. It might rain, it might snow. Too many things that I got to know If this is spring then it's time to sing. Never mind the
Now lightning strikes in old New York. It may be dark but I wanna talk. It might rain, it might snow. Too many things that I got to know If this is spring then it's time to sing. Never mind the