Written and performed by Reid Jamieson at the Irish Heather Songbird Sessions Feb 15, 2024. From the album Staring Contest

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My green thumb,
I hate to think of what I would become
Without your hands to guide me through the mud and rain
It’s a sorry, sorry sight.

I’ll plant a kiss upon the forehead of the girl
Whose mysteries unfold like blossoms on a day in spring
It’s a beauty, beauty sight.

You shovel hard, the golden rule and it sometimes smarts
To peel away the layers of my throbbing heart
It’s a gory, gory sight.

Let me be your garden gnome,
I’ll clean your knees, I’ll clean our home
Anything to keep you turning, tilling soil, till we turn to dust.

Put on your gloves, and pull my weeds out with your gentle touch
I’ll use my seed to grow a song to save the world
Or at least make you stay mine.

My green thumb, I dare not think of what I would become
Without your love to guide me through the mud and rain
You’re a pretty, pretty sight. A compliment that fits just right
What are you doing for the rest of your life? My green thumb