PLANTING TO REAPING

Jenny Fitzgibbon

Spring turns to Summer the harvest is coming
new moon blooms full through mist and ice chill
the light on the hill tells a fortune of winter
I wait for my lover I wait for him still

Planting to reaping, rhubarb to berries
bare feet and cotton, to thick boots and twill
Laughing to weeping, short hair no longer
I wait for my lover I wait for him still

Seeing turns to liking, liking to meeting
meetings to touch, a blush to a thrill
holding of hands then hearts gently given
I wait for my lover I wait for him still


"Watching the rain run down the window panes on grey day, I thought about an isolated country girl waiting through the seasons for the thrill of being near her sweetheart. Jeremy got right into the feel of it with his accompaniment."

Listen to a short clip of Jenny singing (with Jem Dunlop on guitar), from her CD “For the Love of It” : https://jennyfitzgibbon.com/cd-for-the-love-of-it/


R-J