Rosehip - The Rock Collector Lyrics

It's early April
The buds are on the wolf willow, soil exposed
And the rock collector is on the garden road

Past her castle
A spider's in the tower, her web unfolds
And the rock collector votes to leave her alone

Through the poplars
An owl's in the branches, his eyes are yellow
But the rock collector keeps her gaze low

She doesn't realize
Just how much she'll miss home

Up the steep hill
Her fingernails feel gritty, she's stubbing her toes
And the rock collector turns to feel that wind blow

She doesn't realize
How heavy her pockets could grow

It isn't easy
To be a collector of such weighty things
But there is a beauty in sediments and stones

It's early April
The buds are on the wolf willow, soil exposed
And the rock collector is on the garden road

Her pockets are full and she's never been so
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