Love In A Handful Of Beans - Ferns

Thought I was just an amoeba

A speckle in your eye

But your heart will thaw in November

One vessel at a time

And we threw
Dust  dust on our sleeves

Draped in our dungarees

Finding love in a handful of beans

What a bountiful season

Go forth and make some hay

You know I can't rhyme nor find reason

In all the things I say

And we threw
Dust  dust on our sleeves

Draped in our dungarees

Finding love in a handful of beans

Tell me I'm the one

A lowly farmer's son
With my hand upon the plough
I'll fix it all somehow
I'd like to recommend

An acre for your hand
We'll harvest all our love

From a handful of beans