(Verse 1)
I was fixin’ fenceposts on the yonder ridge,
Whistlin’ low ‘neath a sycamore bridge.
Dust in my britches, sunburnt and slack,
Boots full of gravel and dreams on my back.
Then she came driftin’ like a zephyr so shy,
With moon-kissed eyes and a firefly sigh.
A gal so peculiar, she spoke in riddles—
Said her name only once, playin’ a fiddle.
(Pre-Chorus)
She wore a sunhat made of woven rye,
Laughed like a creek that don’t run dry.
Never seen nothin’ like her since,
She put a spell on my common-sense.
(Chorus)
She’s my thistledown heart in a whirlwind world,
A barnwood dream with a ribbon curl.
Talks like a song from a hollowed reed,
Sews stars in quilts and plants moonseed.
I’m just a hayseed tryin’ to catch her grace—
But I’d plow the sky just to see her face.
(Verse 2)
Her boots were scuffed with wanderlust,
Said she once danced with a ghost in the dust.
Fed wild raccoons by a midnight mill,
Knows every flower that can cure or kill.
She don’t care for city frippery,
Calls herself part myth, part mystery.
But she sat by me on that mossy slope,
And carved in bark: “You gave me hope.”
(Pre-Chorus)
She hums old hymns in a key long lost,
Bakes cornbread dreams, never counts the cost.
I’d follow her trail through bramble and thorn,
For a whisper of love I ain’t ever worn.
(Chorus)
She’s my thistledown heart in a whirlwind world,
A barnwood dream with a ribbon curl.
Talks like a song from a hollowed reed,
Sews stars in quilts and plants moonseed.
I’m just a hayseed tryin’ to catch her grace—
But I’d plow the sky just to see her face.
(Bridge)
They say she’s touched by the old folk charm,
Carries wild fennel tied to her arm.
But I’d take that girl, root and all,
Through every equinox and waterfall.
(Final Chorus)
She’s my thistledown heart in a whirlwind world,
A barnwood dream with a ribbon curl.
Calls the coyotes her midnight choir,
Lights her soul with starlit fire.
I’m just a hayseed tryin’ to hold her true—
But Lord, I reckon she loves me too.
(Outro)
Now we dance by lanterns in the open field,
Two hearts bared, no love concealed.
She’s mine, that mystery from the start—
The girl who tamed my thistledown heart.
WhiteRhino
