Minstrel's Daughter

I have a broken down chair
set out on the porch just for weather
a raging winter storm last year
has taken what was left of the birchwood
and if god has a plan in lovin'
then the hills are going to overflow with young

Yeah yeah yeah

I am a daughter out of minstrels
even though they may appear not to be
a jagged city sidewalk crook'd flower
is the only living witness to the
snippets of the old songs they sing
to hearten on a lonely 'nother hour, I tell you,

Chorus
I don't really care about perfection
O no no no no no no
but I sing because the singing's here to get sung
of a season

In my dreams you visit me like a husband
and I am healed of every little wrong
we already are living private moments
you have caught my eye and though I'm sleepin
every fiber in me recognizes
and I am no longer among the spellbound

Chorus

And the skies'll gather in conclusion
day goes into night right back to day
a flower's only purpose is just to flower
and beauty is the 'I' in each beholder
just like it is in my nature to die

Chorus