Horn of Plenty
I like to plant the little things
Like hopes and dreams and angel’s wings
I tend to reap all that I sow
With love and joy, my garden grows
And one day soon, my crops will yield
The fruits with which souls will be healed
I like to plant the little things
Like hopes and dreams and angel’s wings
I tend to reap all that I sow
With love and joy, my garden grows
And one day soon, my crops will yield
The fruits with which souls will be healed