Rose was born in the country but she dreamt of the sea She lives with the best friend of a cobbler’s son Where they take care of their own
She walks freely through the farm missing feathers from her plume Pushed from the flock she knows so she eats alone Best friend on her own And does she know that she has a soul? And does she know where we all go?
Rose tucks her head in dark feathers to keep from the storm She sits silent on the front porch watching it all go And the fire burns And the garden grows And the children play Through the orchard’s moans
One day Rose left her porch and found the water running free She jumped right in, tucked her feet and took that river to the sea How does she know where we all go? And how does she know that she has a soul?