Folks here know when they see the witch hazel grow
winter is leaving town
It feels so strange, how the winds can change
Oh how they blow me around

All I’ve found that’s certain is the sea and all this hurtin'
but I’d like to hold on to you
Pretend it ain’t so, pretend we’ll never go
when that is just what we do

You have to admire the believers who aspire
to grow gardens on the roof
The patches of grass that push their way past
concrete like some sort of proof
of life

At the first warm wind I will go down to the bend
of the James River
If it feels like home, I won’t ever roam
I will surely live there

Folks here know when they see the witch hazel grow
winter is leaving town
It feels so strange, how the winds can change
Oh how they blow me around