Lyrics:
sweeter than wine
I worked mighty hard and so did my wife,
Workin' hand in hand to make a good life.
With corn in the field and wheat in the bins,
I
the change in power
I'm watching the world
Are we building a future or just standing still?
We will harvest the fields of wheat
For a promise of food to eat
the field and wheat in the bins
Then, oh lord, I was the father of twins
Oh
Our children numbered just about four
They all had a sweetheart knockin'
the field to pick the wheat
Never gonna rest never gonna sleep
My feet are bleeding
No one is listening
Heart won't stop beating
My faith is depleting
the rivers overflow
Blessing those who call You Father
Blessing those who call You Lord
You paint the wheat and bring richest harvest
Every field of glowing
a heady feeling
White clouds under my feet
Sailin' along like a south wind
Over fields of whispering wheat
Thinkin' alone on a Thursday morning
(Dolly Parton)
I remember, I remember
I remember momma and daddy most of all
I remember meadows and fields of golden wheat
I remember song birds
Rain on the rusted plow
And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime
Grandchildren running free
And the bales of hay at the end of the day
the size the dinosaurs would be.
Power station shivers, then it leaks
Bleeds onto the fields and kills the wheat
Harvest comes but will we ever eat?
the sheep
That dot the hillsides and the fields of wheat
Across america as we cross america
What's important here today
The broken line on the highway
was born.
My weary hands are blistered
Through work in cold and heat!
And oh! to swing a scythe once more
Through a field of Irish wheat.
Had I
There's wheat in the field
And water in the stream
And salt in the mine
And an aching in me
I can no longer stand and wonder
Cause I'm driven
on the rusted plow
Rain on the rusted plow
And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime
Grandchildren running free
And the bales of hay at the end
worked very hard both me and my wife
Workin' hand-in hand to have a good life
We had corn in the field and wheat in the bin
And then, whoops oh lord
I was
brings life it's the legacy of the land
Jack in the green sings wheat and barley fields to fill
Eostre's tears and her warm embrace
Fields to fill with
I seek a field of a feral wheat
Which only known to boars and kestrels
To lay amidst, chin to chest
To lay amidst, chin to chest
Ablated like
tales
Of all that they've been doing
All day out in the fields
Of the wheat and hay that they cut down
Sure it's all that they can do
While we poor
The ground is mocking me
Come into my field of wheat
You are what's stopping me
Now let me turn this nightmare into a dream for me
The wind
off the shelf
Blast off!
This is it- the last one
This ine's the final-in-a-fair-field-of-wheat
This building
Will may be fall down
Blast off!
off the shelf
Blast off!
This is it- the last one
This ine's the final-in-a-fair-field-of-wheat
This building
Will may be fall down
Blast off!
off the shelf
Blast off!
This is it- the last one
This ine's the final-in-a-fair-field-of-wheat
This building
Will may be fall down
Blast off!
the diamond ivory
Coco factory
Who let the vipers preach
They shipped us overseas
Shifted like some wheat
In tobacco fields
About fifty deep
See they afraid
There's wheat in the field
And water in the stream
And salt in the mine
And an aching in me
I can no longer stand and wonder
'Cos I'm driven by this
The single blade of wheat in a field of chaff
Standing in the Dirty Thirties, here to will the seedlings back
Kicking up dust, and handing out fucks
Bout
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