Will It Grow
Jakob Dylan Lyrics


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I made a promise to not let go
Our tug of war has only made me want you more
Now steeped in hard luck and doomed to roam
My love is braver than you know
My forefathers they worked this land
And I was schooled in the tyranny of nature's plans
Now dressed in thunder a cloud came around
In the shape of a lion a hand came down

Now damn this valley and damn this cold
It takes so long to let me know
It's plant and reap and plow and sow
But tell me will it grow?

Dig my ditches in the golden sun
I'd be robbing these trains if I could catch me one
Now Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday's gone
Got me stone cold sober and a drought so long
Boarded mansions and ghost filled yards
There's a boy in a water tower counting cars
Steel trap open and empty stalls
There's a well-worn saddle but the horse is gone

Now damn this valley and damn this cold
It takes so long to let me know
It's plant and reap and plow and sow
But tell me will it grow? (Will it grow?)

Jet black starlit midnight rolls
I am down in the garden where I let you go
Up on the surface the earth looks round
But it's a godless city of cold flat ground

Now damn this valley and damn this cold
It takes so long to let me know
It's plant and reap and plow and sow
But tell me will it grow?
Will it grow?
Will it grow?




Will it grow?
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Overall Meaning

Jakob Dylan's "Will It Grow" is a poetic expression of the connection between love, land, and hardship. In the first verse, Dylan promises not to give up on his love interest despite the battles they face, comparing their struggle to a tug of war that only intensifies his desire for her. He then reflects on his upbringing in a family that worked the land and the harsh realities of nature's plans. In the second verse, Dylan paints a bleak picture of his surroundings, with references to drought, abandoned mansions, and empty stalls, highlighting the challenging and unforgiving environment he calls home.


Throughout the song, Dylan poses a question, "Will it grow?" which serves as a metaphor for the uncertainty and unpredictability of life. He questions whether his love will withstand the struggles they face and whether the land will yield crops despite the hardships it faces. The line "Damn this valley and damn this cold" emphasizes the difficulty and hardships of agriculture and relationships, portraying the challenges of living in a harsh, isolated environment where growth is never guaranteed.


In the final verse, Dylan leaves the valley and retreats to a garden where he has let go of his love. He observes the roundness of the earth from a godless city, suggesting a sense of alienation and disconnection from nature. The song's ending leaves the listener with a sense of uncertainty, with Dylan's question "Will it grow?" remaining unanswered as he navigates the challenges of living in a difficult environment.


Line by Line Meaning

I made a promise to not let go
I promised to hold on to you and not let go.


Our tug of war has only made me want you more
The more we struggle against each other, the more I desire you.


Now steeped in hard luck and doomed to roam
I'm currently experiencing misfortune and am wandering aimlessly.


My love is braver than you know
My love is courageous, even if you don't realize it.


My forefathers they worked this land
My ancestors farmed and cultivated this soil.


And I was schooled in the tyranny of nature's plans
I learned firsthand about the harsh, unforgiving ways of nature.


Now dressed in thunder a cloud came around
A menacing storm cloud appeared, signaling trouble.


In the shape of a lion a hand came down
A powerful force, like that of a lion's paw, descended upon us.


Now damn this valley and damn this cold
I curse this valley and the bitter cold that accompanies it.


It takes so long to let me know
It's taking too much time to figure things out.


It's plant and reap and plow and sow
The process of farming: planting, harvesting, tilling, and planting again.


But tell me will it grow?
I'm unsure if my efforts will yield any fruit.


Dig my ditches in the golden sun
The labor of digging trenches in the bright, warm sunlight.


I'd be robbing these trains if I could catch me one
I'd resort to stealing from passing trains if I had the chance.


Now Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday's gone
Time passes by and is lost, one day after the other.


Got me stone cold sober and a drought so long
The parched land and long spell of dry weather have left me completely sober.


Boarded mansions and ghost filled yards
Abandoned, boarded-up mansions and overgrown, spooky yards.


There's a boy in a water tower counting cars
A young boy sits atop a water tower, counting the passing cars.


Steel trap open and empty stalls
The steel trap is set but there's nothing to catch; the stalls are empty.


There's a well-worn saddle but the horse is gone
The saddle is worn from use but the horse is nowhere to be found.


Jet black starlit midnight rolls
A black, starry midnight sky rolls overhead.


I am down in the garden where I let you go
I'm in the garden where I said goodbye to you.


Up on the surface the earth looks round
From above, the earth appears round and whole.


But it's a godless city of cold flat ground
In reality, it's a soulless city with dreary, flat terrain.


Will it grow?
The repeated question of whether or not things will grow, flourish, or thrive.


Will it grow?
The repeated question of whether or not things will grow, flourish, or thrive.


Will it grow?
The repeated question of whether or not things will grow, flourish, or thrive.


Will it grow?
The repeated question of whether or not things will grow, flourish, or thrive.




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Comments from YouTube:

Miriam Welling

You're right. His voice is really magical and you calm down when he's singing. Greetings from Germany :)

Mav & Jenn Shorthair

BEAUTIFUL song w fantastic lyrics!  Jakob is phenonemal!  <3

Sometime Alias

A Master Class from Jakob acknowledging that the art of the craft is to deliver a song with inbuilt legendary past , prescencei a moment in time and possibilities into the future ie the window is wide open

karynroseboom11

This is amazing!

Tulung Santy

Beautiful song,beautiful voice,beautiful liric

LastKisses

So beautiful!

Love ❤️✨

Beautiful beautiful beautiful what a voice

Eileen McNally

I am crazy about him and have been listening to this song just about every morning lately...over and over again. Quite rich.

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Eileen McNally it's addictive

Sometime Alias

Im on " The Santa Fe Trial"being entertained by s brilliant Wordsmith, Vocalist and Musician. Thanks Jakob.

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