Lyrics:
I could do
Did you really have to sow that final plough?
Not content with my mistake, you behaved just like a snake
And you left me for a wasp
things
The letters and the broken verse
Stayed hidden at the bottom of the drawer
They'd always been
And now I plough through piles
Of bills,
you sow, with a counterfeit plough
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That was then but this is now
More sacrifices than an Aztec priest
Standing here straining
the roar of the plough
Turning grassland into sand
Got to feed the people more every day
But the wind keeps blowing the land away
Give and take
Has
walk down, walk down
I remember when a farmer was ashamed
If he never put his hand to a plough
You can buy a lot of shame with your money
He's
find myself
But I must have the time
To sow the seeds of something new
Farmer, farmer plough the field
Harvest, harvest all you can
A corn field
plough through this furious world
Of which I'm truly over
And sometimes I hear my name
Oh where did you go?
But the lavender is broad
And it's
this sunken brow
Midnight ink bleeds wet mercurial clouds
By the crescent disc rising amethyst
Somnambulist unharnessed storms the plough
By the crescent
like you
Yeah, but white folk here don't give a hell
They think that we were born to smell
Of sweat and dust and dirt
Or plough until we die
ain't the Grandpa that I know
Tractor never pulled his plough
He walked, an' cussed, an' loved that ground
His hand sowed each and every seed
An'
you survive all those fires and floods?
How did you survive your insufferable friends?
It was the plough that broke the western plains
And it's
ropes
So died before him
I was a farm hand
Then came
Hurricane
Then came
Hurricane
Asleep at twelve thirty
In cosy cots
I get up early
I plough the land
On a windin' dirt back road
In the hills of Arkansas
In a little country farmhouse
With his mama and his pa
Lived a plain old plough boy
By
lover of mine.
And can you plough it with a sheep's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Or never be
We plough the fields together
In all types of intemperance
Our bones cracked in unison
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
You know what he is
me out to ten in clear defeat
Rap the stary plough around me
Let the pipers air resound me
There I'll rest until the lord of love I meet
But there in
true position
Like a compass to the star
Like a team hooked to the plough
And as for all the history
Best it's left unwritten
Few would believe if we
horse I'll yoke
Till my plough t’was a rust-coloured brown.
Till my smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
From Bantry Bay
you sow, with a counterfeit plough
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That was then but this is now
More sacrifices than an Aztec priest
Standing here straining
on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Pictures a guy ??? happy
??? let you go
Swim the sweat to plough through open skies
You disguise the weapon
I look up the light (?)
Close your eyes
You
days to shake at the great divide
The Gulf, the Gulf of Araby
The Gulf, the Gulf of Araby
Well, we would plough and part the earth to bring you
out her name
I gotta see Jane
I left her arms to find my way
To plough my place in a world outside
I could not survive
Was deaf and blind
the snow.
Like a hurricane through Florida,
I'll shake out all this snow.
And all across the states you see,
The tractors and the ploughs.
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