I found a field of four leaf clovers where the downtown used to be
Like walking through the bald spot on the head of a green god
To be surrounded up to your knees in more luck than you'd ever need
A little piece of history gone by
Oh to be in love with you is to walk through a field of four leaf clovers
I feel myself getting older but now it don't seem all that bad
I walked along the silent strip malls
All the parking meters green
Peering into windows, doors forever closed
I thought I heard a deep big breath come up from in the earth
How sweet it is to sleep with no one plucking at your hair
How sweet it is to be at peace with nothing but the air
The dreams I have when no one's listening are making me grow tall
The dreams I grow when no one's watching are the luckiest of all
Every moment I grow stronger bathing in your hair of green
Every breath I take it fills me with a hope that's so serene
Every step I take I get more handsome
Collecting petals one by one
Until my hands are full and I must go
You wish me all the luck in the world and now you're moving on
You wish me all the luck in the world and now you're moving on
A riveting jam session from Pittsburgh, Pa. folk band Wisbands, who infuse classic Americana with jazz and psychedelic rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2021