Song for Blake- Probably a Lively Reel or a Jig

I fell asleep planning my garden
but dreamed of dust and rue,
and banks of toxic spurges,
and swarms of locusts, too.

[Mournful pennywhistle here]

And I dreamed you were installing
a basin lined with rocks
to catch the rain now falling,
and running away like thoughts.

[Fiddle kicks it up a notch]

What was a hump of sunburned ground
now drank the water deep
and every bird within a mile
came fearlessly to see.

Fa la, la-la, la-lolly loo-la,
fa freakin-leakin la!

and brought with them grass and seeds
and laid them thickly down
and made my blasted hardpan
the oasis of the town.

He ha, ha-ha, hep-honkin hoo-ha,
he humpf-a-lumpf a loo!

Cottonwoods and chokecherries,
willows, grass, and sedge,
junipers and pinon pines,
and cliff roses 'round the edge!

[Guitar and banjo duel for a while]

And every kind of passerine
that nests west of the prairies
now beds with us and gorges on
clear water and chokecherries!