Does the gravel remember how it scraped my knees?
Does it wish itself a mouth to form apologies?
I hope that all the crawdads in my wella's creek think well of me
I was careful to be gentle, treat them all how i hope they treat me
She ripped up her garden, with all her memories
Out came those tomatoes, the year she was 16
Was she happy? is she now, with the life she leads?
I hope when i'm her age my family comes to visits me
And they say wella, wella
They say wella, wella
Does the earth remember her hands sewing the seeds?
Is it grateful to be useful? does it like the company?
I know the dirt remembers her nails so fondly
But do her nails remember the seeds
They say wella, wella
I say wella, remember me