Letra de Onions
The last white slabs of snow Melted off seven weeks ago And the geese are headed north again Through the tightening skyAnd I can feel my heart in my throat again New onions growing in the groundThe cows come gingerly out of the barn And when they see that the ground is warm They pick up a little speed, it makes me feel so good And I feel it rushing down my throat, fresh bloodI head out onto the earth Its cold heart is melting I don't know if I can stand itSpringtime's coming That means you'll be coming back around New onions growing underground Underground