Dave Schindele
This Ground
I was headin' northward Winter comin' on
I was setting forth toward the setting Sun
That August dusk I drove that damned crammed Datsun up
A bright highway in an empty mood
The day I found this ground only growin' good

There were small ripe plums and winesap apples
Swift wind in the pines
Cleansed my senses cleared my tears darned my threadbare mind
Fens walked alone and unmown meadows left the mess I'd made behind
I met early snows in full-grown woods
And still found this ground only growing good

It's why I put roots down it's why I hold this ground
This ground's only growin' good

Twenty-three that August dusk I'm fifty now steppin' just as hard
On these patient fields and woods
And still these parts do my heart such good
I stay around because this ground still does me good

This ground blows the breath of life
This ground goes from death to life
This ground just grows me back alive

It's why I put roots down it's why I hold this ground
Lyrics Credits: Dave Schindele
Music Credits: Dave Schindele
Producer Credits: Randy Green, Randy's Recording
Performance Credits: Tracy Jane Comer, cello
Label Credits: Dave Schindele
Short Song Description:
Thank you, Wisconsin.
Song Length: 3:17
Primary Genre: Folk-Rock
Secondary Genre: -
Tempo: Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Language: English
Era: 2000 and later