SEED FOR THE BELLY words by Joel Sattler/music by Jim Scott

The sun comes up, the sun goes down
The hands of the clock go around and round
The leaves fall off, the leaves grow back
The days are gold but the night is black

The river runs, the millwheel turns
And bread rises up while the fire burns
In winter, wheat; in summer, corn
One for the night and one the morn

Seed for the belly and seed to save
Some we kept and some we gave
Gave to the fields of amber waves
And some we laid down in their graves

In fall we reap, in spring we sow
And nobody knows where the seasons go
We pray for rain and drink each drop
The earth has no end, no it cannot stop

In May there comes the planting moon
The fields are green by the first of June
The sun and earth are all we need
Give me your heart and I’ll plant a seed

Seed for the belly and seed to save
Some we kept and some we gave
Gave to the fields of amber waves
And some we laid down in their graves

© 1983