Magic from Motherhood by Paige Hargrove

I could feel it in the trees of sequoia
Baby won’t you please let me take you
Tilt your eyes up grow and grow
See the sun flicker in gold

I can see it in your face as I’m singing
Bursting in my heart there’s a ringing
Something our eyes cannot see
Baby will you go with me

I was raised like a marigold flower
Given plenty of sun dirt and water
Sent outside to play til dusk
Given everything and not too much
It was in the yard I was grown in
It was in the trees and the mountains
That they drove me out to see
Baby will you go with me

Into the magic

Blood upon my knees as I’m running
Through the trails of weeds and the mud and
Queen Ann’s lace taking over
Fireflies when the dark tips foreword
Something inside me's become solid
Don’t know when I did but I lost it
Then I saw your face and I knew oh
Baby won’t you take me with you

Into the magic

Its new and bright and magnified
The days i lived and the days I’m living now with you
All the wonder in your eyes
It sounded the alarm to shake out
The dreaded blues
Time had worn me down
How’d I forget about
The salt that drenched and poured down my skin
Under stars I stretched my legs
And arms and never knew
The magic I was living in
Golden innocence

Don’t know when I did but I lost it
Then you came in

I could feel it in the trees of sequoia
Baby won’t you please let me take you
Tilt your eyes up grow and grow
See the sun flicker in gold

• Folk
• folk
• motherhood
• mothers day
• singer-songwriter
• Chicago