Baby's Breath

There grows a weed
 Looks like a flower
 Looks like baby's breath on a mirror
 My girl and I
 Rushed atop the altar
 The sacrifice was made
 It was not easy undertaking
 The roots gripped soft like a living grave
 Oh young girl at the wedding
 Baby's breath in her hair
 A crowning lace above her face
 That'll last a day
 Before it turns to hay
 Good plans are made by hand
 I'd cut a clearing in the land
 For a little bed
 For her to cry comfortable in
 And each day I looked out on the lawn
 And I wondered what all was gone
 Until I saw it was lucky old me
 How could I run without losing anything?
 How could I run without becoming lean?
 It was agreed
 It was agreed
 It was me tearing out the baby's breath
 Oh, I am a helpless man
 So help me
 I'm on my knees
 Gardening
 It was not a weed
 It was a flower
 My baby's gone
 Oh, where has my baby gone?
 She was not a weed
 She was a flower
 And now I know you must reap what you sow
 Or sing
 Yes now I know you must reap what you sow
 Or sing