It’s May, dogwood’s blooming
Spring fever, first mowing
Life is blooming, life is trying
Nobody thinks about dying
Dust to dust I hear it now
The same words have changed somehow
I’ve learned it then, I’ve learned again
Grace is delivered by pain
One day we’ll run out of time
And they will not bury all we’ve left behind
We must carry what we hold on to
Release what you love, let it come back to you