"Sea of Grass"

words and music by Todd Novak
(Captain Bernard publishing BMI)

Tearstained words she'd written on a page
Hidden in a shoe box for an age
Hiding all her feelings for a man
Who loved her but just would not take her hand

Never sealed or stamped received
The cold blue tracks that lie between
A class of folks who can't enjoy the sky
Before they turn to dust and wave good-bye

And I need her love
And I feel her love
And God freed her love, whoa yeah
And I need her love
And I feel her love
And God freed her love, whoa yeah

It's carved into a willow tree beyond
A sea of grass that whispers that she's gone
For everyone accusing of his hand
Is sifted through his fingers just like sand

And I need her love
And I feel her love
And God freed her love, whoa yeah
And I need her love
And I feel her love
And God freed her love, whoa yeah, yeah, yeah