Beadmaker

[Verse 1]
He’s gone away to Brookfield
To live at the old abandoned church
Setting aside the past waves
Letting go the search

[Verse 2]
Man and wife
They work the leather
And then they’ll string up the beads
Loving each new color
Sortin’ out the seeds

[Verse 3]
He dreams of the indian fathers
And how they made up their own dyes
Squeezin’ elderberries
Till every muscle cries

[Verse 4]
Now it’s time to plant the garden
And there are woods to run
Moon-eyed, wind-blown children
Growin’ in the sun

[Verse 5]
Once he knew the city
And yes, he loves it still
But he has answered questions
Not many can or will

[Verse 6]
So here’s a string of glass beads
And seeds of honeydew
In every rainbow he’s gonna find
He’ll paint a song for you