Wella

Does the gravel remember how it scraped my knees?
Does it wish itself a mouth to form apologies?
I hope that all the crawdads in my Wella's creek
Think well of me

I was careful to be gentle, treat all them how I'd hope they'd treat me

She ripped up a garden with all the memories
How came those tomatoes, the year she was 16
Was she happy, is she now, with the life she leads?

I hope when I'm her age my family comes to visit me

They say: Wella, Wella
They say: Wella, Wella

Does the Earth remember her hands sowing the seeds?
Is it grateful to be useful, does it like the company?
I know the dirt remembers her nails so fondly

But do her nails remember the seeds?

They say: Wella, Wella
I say: Wella, remember me