Growing in our own garden

(Folk‑Indie, Appalachian + Irish, acoustic, stomping, emotional)

Verse 1

You’re in the yard with the sun on your back,

hands in the soil, building life from the cracks.

I’m on the porch with my coffee and smoke,

reading old stories, letting my heart soak.

Dogs in the doorway, wind in the trees,

you hum a tune that settles me.

Two different rhythms, one steady drum —

somehow we always come undone and come home.

Pre‑Chorus

And oh, the storms we’ve weathered,

the nights we held together —

you pull me close, I breathe again.

Chorus

We’re growing in our own garden, babe,

wild roots tangled in the life we’ve made.

Through panic, through shaking, through the fear I face,

you hold me still and my heartbeat stays.

We’re growing in our own garden, babe —

and we rise, and we rise again.

Verse 2

You’re twelve years younger but you carry the weight,

quiet strength in the way you wait.

I look in your eyes and I swear I see

the man who keeps choosing to stay with me.

Even when your mind is a thunderstorm red,

you say “I’m alright” with a tilt of your head —

but I know the truth in the tremble you hide,

and I stay right by your side.

Pre‑Chorus

And oh, the days we’re fragile,

the moments we unravel —

we speak our truth and root again.

Chorus

We’re growing in our own garden, babe,

wild roots tangled in the life we’ve made.

Through seizures, through heartache, through the nights I shake,

you hold me close and the fear unbreaks.

We’re growing in our own garden, babe —

and we rise, and we rise again.

Bridge

There was a day in a quiet old place

where you showed me love can reclaim space.

Not a mansion, not a memory’s throne —

just the way you said, “You’re not alone.”

You stood your ground when the past rang through,

spoke the words I never could do.

You held the line, you softened the blow —

that’s when I knew you’d never let go.

Breakdown (soft, airy, Bon‑Iver‑leaning)

No nicknames needed, just you and me,

Brandon and Caden in the dark, softly.

Honest and messy, tangled and true —

every day I choose you.

Final Chorus (big, stomping, earthy)

We’re growing in our own garden, babe,

wild roots tangled in the life we’ve made.

Through fear, through healing, through the love we save,

we keep on tending what refuses to break.

We’re growing in our own garden, babe —

and we rise, and we rise again.

We’re growing in our own garden, babe…

and I stay, and you stay,

and we grow all the same.