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RHODODENDRON

life's a mystery
but it's fragrant as an apple tree
swelling her blossoms in July
in the Ohio River Valley
the sky's distorting with the heat
a kiln-slicked glaze of baby blue
and there's always hard work to be done
in the Ohio River Valley

she grew up in Silverton
drew well water for her family
laid silverware by the breakfast plates
and reckoned she was happy
on a little farm not far from here
where the hillsides and the valley
were tangled thick with summer's blazing
fireworks bouquets

(chorus)
of wild Rhododendron
wild Rhododendron
wild Rhododendron wildflower
wild Rhododendron
wild Rhododendron
wild Rhododendron wild
and her daddy was a bus driver
and her mama was a teacher
and they worked backbreaking hard
to raise their children
with a touch of Old Testament iron
and a whiff of wild Rhododendron


life's a mystery
but it's tempting as an apple pie
cooling a November windowsill
in the Ohio River Valley
the skies are low and concrete grey
the countryside's bare and brambly
but there's always hard work to be done
in the Ohio River Valley

she grew up in Silverton
drew well water for her family
laid silverware by the breakfast plates
and reckoned she was happy
on a little farm not far from here
where the hillsides and the valley
will soon be drifted deep with snow
while seeds wait down below

to bring springtime's Rhododendron
(chorus)


life's a mystery
but it's beautiful as she is
God's own little wildflower
my wild Rhododendron

(for Frankie)

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from BABY, THEY TOLD US WE WOULD RISE AGAIN, released February 3, 2009

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