I believe when they put her in the ground 

I think they buried part of me 

Because I've been searching, I've been looking all around 

But I cannot find the heart of me, the heart of me 



So I'll put my fingers in this soil upon her grave 

And I will plant for her a garden 

And every flower, a reminder of her face 

Will grow up graceful as a pardon 



And all that grows is her story told 

As life unfolds here before us 

The peace I've found in this broken ground 

I can see her in the harvest...of all that I have sown 



Long before I was covered up in gray 

Before the old had bent my bones 

We grew our children in the red Georgia clay 

They were our garden and our home 



And all that grows is our story told 

As life unfolds here before 

The peace we found in that broken ground 

I can see them in the harvest...of all that I have sown 



And when my life is done 

I pray the kingdom come 

And take me to Glory 

It's living inside me 

It was planted like a seed 

All to tell a story 



I believe when they put me in the ground 

There will remain a part of me 

Because I've been seraching and the joy that I have found 

Is living in my family...it's all that I have sown