[Verse 1 Chris Thile] Therere all kinds of roses But none are as handsome as the ones That you own hands have grown They bring as much hope Leave as much satisfaction As anything Ive ever known But it aint in their petals That Im seeking the fortune Its in the weeds and the hedges and lawns Of the fortunate people Who can stand in their gardens And feel only time marching on [Chorus Thile, Chris Eldridge Gabe WitcherThile] With the world on a string To remind them of where they can go And what they oughta be Without a whole lot to say To the fella they pay To cut the grass growing underneath their feet [Bridge Thile WitcherThileThile, Eldridge Witcher] A rose cant see its own beauty Or feel what its meant to symbolize It doesnt stop and smell anything on its journey From the soil to the light Just wants the best for itself and its family And God help me so do I And so does everybody So I head out each morning With a smile and a wave For whomever looks up from their work Cause who knows in a while It could be my own child [Chorus Thile, Eldridge WitcherThile] With the world on a string To remind her of where she can go And what she oughta be Without a whole lot to say To the fella she pays To cut the grass growing underneath her feet [Outro Thile] May green grow the grass undernath our childrens feet
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