The last white slabs of snow
Melted off seven weeks ago
And the geese are headed north again
Through the tightening sky

And I can feel my heart in my throat again
New onions growing in the ground

The [bad word] gingerly out of the barn
And when they see that the ground is warm
They pick up a little speed, it makes me feel so good
And I feel [bad word] down my throat, fresh blood

I head out onto the earth
Its cold heart is melting
I don't know if I can stand it
 [bad word] That means you'll [bad word] back around
New onions growing underground
Underground