Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seeds , by - Kathy Mattea. Song from the album Lonesome Standard Time, in the genre КантриRelease date: 31.12.1991
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Seeds |
| Sometimes I stop on my way home and watch the children play |
| And I wonder if they wonder what they’ll be some day |
| Some will dream a big dream and make it all come true |
| While others go on dreaming of things they’ll never do |
| We’re all just seeds in God’s hands |
| We start the same but where we land |
| Is sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sand |
| We’re all just seeds in God’s hands |
| I saw a friend the other day, I hardly recognized |
| He’d done a lot of living since I’d last looked in his eyes |
| He told his tale of how he’d failed, the lessons he’d been taught |
| But he offered no excuses and he left me with this thought |
| We’re all just seeds in God’s hands |
| We start the same but where we land |
| Is sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sand |
| We’re all just seeds in God’s hands |
| And as I’m standing at a crossroads once again |
| I’m reminded we’re all the same when we begin |
| And in the end? |
| We’re all just seeds in God’s hands |
| We start the same but where we land |
| Is sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sand |
| We’re all just seeds in God’s hands |
| We’re all just seeds in God’s hands |