Whenever mom sings golden rings, dad takes harmony
And all the parts where he sings along, helps her hind the key
If ever dad forget a verse, mom'll take the lead
Whenever mom sings golden rings, dad takes harmony
Each song to her’s a simple verse that curls up in her heart
A pretty flower whose dirty roots are worth more than its parts
Each song to her some bottled words, fermenting poetry
Whose foaming grace will one day make a living memory
Flat or sharp, it doesn't bother me
Fill my snailhouse full
I sing you, you sing it back to me
Fill my snailhouse full
We work hard to build houses out of hearts
We work hard to be brave in the dark
Work work hard, We work hard
Did Guthrie once feel like a do as he sat with his mother
Such tenderness and grace how her hair follows her face
The grinding gears of love and guts and stone worn down by weather
Did he ask himself will this machine come visit me one day
I know that sometimes I get stuck singing yesterday's gospel
I know that sometimes I get stuck singing yesterday's gospel
I know that sometimes I get stuck singing yesterday's gospel
I know that sometimes I get stuck singing yesterday's gospel
Sleeping bag, rags and and toiletries
Fill my snailhouse full
Radio and some batteries
Fill my snailhouse full
We work hard to build houses out of hearts
We work hard to be brave in the dark
Work work hard, We work hard
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