Let It Be

[Intro: Soft Acoustic Strum] [Verse 1: Intimate] Once I thought the earth beneath my feet was holy ground I bowed my head, and found it just common dirt The wealthy stand high in towers, listening to the rain They paint this place as poetry, perfect and pure I stand upon the ridge, watching low clouds turn I only breathe: the sky is waiting for the rain [Pre-Chorus: Calm] Words fall thin when eyes have seen The gap between what's told and what I feel [Chorus: Anthemic, Warm] Let it be, let it be When I cut every binding tie, I'll return unto this dirt East side, mend my crooked fence West side, plant my stubborn chrysanthemums Half a life of sun and moon steeped in my tea A handful of joy dug straight from the earth Come what may, these are my own days Poor and plain, so be it — free is enough for me [Verse 2: Intimate] Poets croon, "how beautiful the chimney smoke" The farmer's wife blinks back tears: "the ashes sting my throat" One grinds the soot to ink, trades it for three cups of wine One rubs the soot into palms, trades it for slow passing time [Pre-Chorus: Calm] Beauty's bought and beauty's sold But flesh and bone know what the words don't hold [Chorus: Anthemic, Expanded] Let it be, let it be When I cut every binding tie, I'll return unto this dirt East side, mend my crooked fence West side, plant my stubborn chrysanthemums Half a life of sun and moon steeped in my tea A handful of joy dug straight from the earth Come what may, these are my own days Poor and plain, so be it — free is enough for me [Bridge: Thoughtful] Peach-blossom paradise, a paper dream drawn for the crowd Rooted in dirt, the farmer's life is his own, unallowed A crooked fence finds its own way to stand A stubborn bloom finds its own time to land [Chorus: Anthemic, Powerful] Let it be, let it be Half a life of sun and moon steeped in my tea A handful of joy dug straight from the earth Come what may, these are my own days Poor and plain, so be it — free is enough for me [Outro: Fading] I think I finally understand Holy ground, or just plain dirt Come what may, these are my own days Let it be, let it be [Fade out on soft guitar strum]