Textiles, Fields, and Mississippi Love [a song]

To the left of the Mississippi stream
With a life that's a lot more like a dream
In a field that you like to call "your place"
Where you feel undeserving of the grace
From a love and a chance you were so luckily given

On a swim through a yarn and textile sea
You forgot and you over steeped your tea
Stocking up, making scarves in mid July
For the stranger you're out to satisfy
Who are cold and are searching for a piece of love

Honey, you don't see why love should change between friend and romance
Bicycles and clover chains and not needing music to dance
Mountains sing your lullaby

In the cold when you cut off all your hair
And our grandmother said you didn't care
Proved her wrong along Appalachian way
When you gave your ability to play
To a man who was aching for a song-filled trail

Honey, I don't see why you should lie on the driveway and cry
Wishing on the other side. You wait for the day that you die.
Then come better times.