Barnlights & Birthsong

Three AM

in a drafty barn

Wisconsin wind, a winter charm

Frost on her boots,

mud on her sleeve

Another new life she had

to achieve

She's delivered more calves than the county has names

In the quiet of winter,

before the day claims Now she's driving home through the morning light

To cook some pancakes,

and hold her kids tight (oooh-ooh-ooh)

Up to her shoulder

in straw and in steam

Living her life by a different dream No time for resting,

no time to complain

Just washing the dust off to face it again

She's delivered more calves than the county has names In the quiet

of winter, before the day claims Now she's driving home through the

morning light To cook some pancakes,

and hold her kids tight

(yeah, hold them tight)

The kitchen is warm,

the butter is sweet Little

footsteps running to greet

She smiles through her tired,

she pours out the batter Knowing down here,

this is all that will matter

Calves in the barn

Pancakes on the plate

Just another sunrise

In the dairy state (mmm-mmm-mm)