I believe when they put her in the ground

I think they buried part of me

Because I've been searching, I've been looking
all around

But I cannot find the heart of me, the heart of
me

So I'll put my fingers in this soil upon her
grave

And I will plant for her a garden

And every flower, a reminder of her face

Will grow up graceful as a pardon

And all that grows is her story told

As life unfolds here before us

The peace I've found in this broken ground

I can see her in the harvest...of all that I have
sown

Long before I was covered up in gray

Before the old had bent my bones

We grew our children in the red Georgia clay

They were our garden and our home

And all that grows is our story told

As life unfolds here before

The peace we found in that broken ground

I can see them in the harvest...of all that I
have sown

And when my life is done

I pray the kingdom come

And take me to Glory

It's living inside me

It was planted like a seed

All to tell a story

I believe when they put me in the ground

There will remain a part of me

Because I've been seraching and the joy that I
have found

Is living in my family...it's all that I have
sown