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making it snow
You ain't got a snow plough
Been dreaming a lot of late
Don’t care what the haters say
Cuz I just woke up in money
Feeling like i robbed

One thousand ploughs my heart
Grind on my spine
Fields of flowers sun embraced
Broken by the driven mass

Smiling faces, laughing child
No suffering

neither by a brown.
I got it from a sailor boy that ploughs the watery main.
lt was him give me the stranger to wear with my new gown,
That I rolled it

my nut - brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough it is rust - coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
sits

We plough the fields and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand:
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth

wonder whether she's looked up
And seen the plough tonight?

in clear defeat
Wrap the Starry Plough around me
Let the pipers air resound me there
There I rest until the Lord of Love I meet

Chorus
There in

I'm trynna reach out and be heard though
With my board on I plough through the snow
Of hate and negativity that you see everyday
I 'gotta go to work

me why you sit there twiddling your fingers
Won't pick up the plough
Your only excuse
You don't know how

Excuse me
Life's unfair
Well then what do I

(Goldrush almighty!)

Let's go down, kiss the plough
Public system, burn down!
and let memory fade--nothing is wrong!
Only losers take the bus

Churchill was

eyes and deludering cries
On the heart of the nut brown rose
No horse I'll yoke, or pipe I smoke
Til the rust in my plough turn brown
And a smiling bride

her groupie 
They look like Sonny n' Shairi, but a little bit more scary   
Plough the soil, for English words, they never heard
Lipstick lashed, tattoo

of horses or an old John Deere, I can plough this land
But if I didn't have all your love, I'd be half a man.

I can hang the stars, I can rope the moon
Walk

beauty)
But for your insolence, you'll never be free
(Descending down into my destiny)

Where sirens dwell, you plough the seas; my song is death and does

okay we in control now
Okay okay conduit the flow now
Know now, we know how to work a plough 
5000 men, just pass the fish arounnnnd
This is music that

True I was a gardener, once upon a time
When the world was young and all the earth was mine
Mine to tend to, to plough and to sow
Before mankind came

He suffers the motion
Suffers the cry
As the car ploughs through a field of rye
He suffers the motion
Of the farmer
As he sails on by
You know that

You make the rules that bind us
You make decisions that kill
Tough times are ahead
So it's back to the plough 
Before 8 hours of what you will

Lead

to leave you down below
But oh coal

They'll plough ahead with their ears and eyes
Shut wide
To our demise
They're dragging us down their abyss

They're

face
And my soul shows the scars
Of pulling a pavement plough
But a country girl could save me
And Becky the time is now

wall
Shelter all the scars
Think I'm gonna plough

Lately I'm a thief
Steals the pride of man
I'm an open hand

the time to hit every shop in my town
I ain't talking bout ploughs (No)
Blowing on my candles, all fifteen
Money coming in like GBP
I'm only at the top like

My work on plenty now
I still plough i still sow, and will sow until I reap
Unless the reaper creeps on me while I'm asleep
These are my darkest times,

to the plough, dilly dilly,
Some to the cart

Some to make hay, dilly dilly,
Some to thresh corn
While you and I, dilly dilly,
Keep ourselves warm

Lavender's