Jason’s Farm

He bought three hundred acres ten miles south of town

A drifter who decided it was time to settle down

And the only place he’d never been was a place he could call his own

And the loneliness he felt at night was the kind no man should feel

A bride that he could stand beside and ease his daily toil

And he called his kingdom Jason’s Farm

The land grew rich and green for king Jason and his queen

And the wind blew sweet each night time as they lay in each others arms

And all things good grew on Jason’s Farm

Jason’s pretty Mary whispered magic in his ear

And he boasted of a son his wife would bear him in the spring

And all things good grew on Jason’s Farm

The land beneath the skies turned as green as Mary’s eyes

And he felt the child grow strong in Mary’s womb against his palm

And all things good grew on Jason’s Farm

And most of us accept it and we learn to live it through

But in doing so He traded the child for Jason’s wife

And somewhere Jason roams the earth his wounded heart unmended

A monument to a man who shunned his child and cursed his God

And nothing grows no more on Jason’s Farm

The land once rich and green is dead and dry like Jason’s dream

And the wind that once blew sweet through Mary’s hand is strangely calm

And nothing grows no more on Jason’s Farm