Patch of Land (a love song)

If I had a patch of land
I would be planting this year
sewing a seam in the knee of your overalls

     If I had needle and if I had thread
     nothing would tear us apart
     I'd just be sitting here
     stitching you into my heart

On that far hill there's the smoke
of an open fire
branches have come down, but new shoots are growing up

     If I had needle and if I had thread

     nothing would tear us apart

     I'd just be sitting here

     stitching you into my heart

Grow us a sapling

and tie it with ribbons in spring

nail up the rafters, make homes for the sparrows to sing

    If I had needle and if I had thread

    nothing would tear us apart

    I'd just be sitting here

    stitching you into my heart