Under the Yard

My baby is small and my daddy is large
I’m happy with all that grows in my yard
But where do I go when the blood won’t go far
Enough to reach my heart
Reach my heart
Reach my heart
I no longer eat and I no longer fear
My baby repeats whatever she hears
I’m going to sleep for six hundred years
And she will keep my heart
Keep my heart
Keep my heart
Next to the tomato seeds is where I count my sheep
Next to the tomato seeds, please bury me with my sheep
My baby is grown and my daddy’s at large
For things he don’t own barged in the garage
And he’ll never know what’s under the yard
Unless he hears my heart
Hears my heart
Hears my heart
Hears my heart
Next to the tomato seeds is where I count my sheep
Next to the tomato seeds, please bury me with my sheep