Martha Scanlan and Jon Neufeld - Seeds of the pine

 

Rains fell cold through June

Grass is up to my thigh

Say if it dries up it'll burn just like the moon

Say it opens up the seeds of the pine.

I only want to dream about you

The dollar I could spend but I should save

Just to see my fingers in your hair

The golden wheat around us and

Beneath us where we lay.

You're a slow ride down a country mile

You're the smell of apple pie to the blind

You're the last light on a July western sky

You're the centre of the watermelon

You're a sweet, sweet smile.

Cottonwood a-shakin in the breeze

Surrounded by a starry sky

Easy to forget the things we need

Easy to stumble around mostly blind.

I could tell you not to come in from the storm

I could tell you not to be so kind

I could tell you not to close the door

I could say I never wanted you for mine.

Rains fell cold through June

Grass is up to my thigh

Say if it dries up it'll burn just like the moon

Say it opens up the seeds of the pine.

Say it opens up the seeds of the pine.

      Martha Scanlan is an American singer-songwriter and musician, based in Montana. The lyrics evoke a tender, rural world shaped by weather, landscape, memory and desire. Images of rain, tall grass, wheat, cottonwood and starry skies create an intimate atmosphere where love feels both comforting and fragile. Yet uncertainty runs beneath the tenderness: the narrator struggles between inviting closeness and protecting independence. The recurring image of pine seeds suggests renewal, possibility and the quiet transformation that follows hardship.