Thank you. Hey yeah I was more lucky they always say I work in these fields aplenty Sweat for the company far away Fruit once sweet now has bitter taste My father he was a union man Very proud and outspoken They came and took him when I was young I will fight till his work is done And my children are hungry To taste the sweet life Though my eyes have grown tired Desire, desire Keeps me relaxed I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit Percussion frenzy I have a sister she loves to dream Now she works right beside me We work the fields we can never own Someday we'll reap what we have sown I don't know East, I don't know West I don't understand their accents It is not Soviet, it's foreign debt But they haven't won this one yet To light the fields with this fire To cleanse the lives from all sighs The flames of freedom grow higher Till desire, desire Is satisfied I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit Michael! Guitar Solo I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit No more of your bitter No more of your bitter I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit I won't gather no more of your bitter fruit Thank you very much, folks!