Tater Carrot Diamond LyricsClimbing up the hill of the thorns and thistles
Shining like gold when I hear your song
Not everyone hopes for a tater carrot diamond
Not everyone hopes for a silver plated hoe
Know for sure as long as I don’t think about it
Patient as the porridge cooking in the pot
Not everyone hopes for a tater carrot diamond
Not everyone hopes for a silver plated hoe
Blue skies climbing through the winter’s window
Rainclouds sounding the drums for spring
Some people gather their stars in the morning
Some people gather their stars at night
No man’s tractor reaping all these gleanings
Joy you can’t pick up with a hundred hands
Some people gather their stars in the morning
Some people gather their stars at night
I’m only going as far as your house
South wind coming, gathering me in
All I ever wanted was a bun from your oven
All I ever wanted was a loaf from your stove
I’ll carry you back the flowers you watered
Roses in my tilma, see in them your hope
All I ever wanted was a bun from your oven
All I ever wanted was a loaf from your stove
Every little soul’s gonna shine, gonna shine