On the path some seed may fall that will never sprout at all. Even weeds can scarcely grow on the edge of fields we sow. Refrain: Little seeds, little seeds, sown with love on fertile soil with the sun and the rain, can reward our sweat and toil. In the rocky soil we see only here and there a tree, and the sun may scorch the shoot so it never yields its fruit. Worldly cares can make us frown, make us worry, bring us down. Thorns and brambles are like these, so we pull them on our knees. Now the story may seem odd, but the seed is the word of God, and the sower sows the seed as a kind and hopeful deed.