We're building fires that will burn out in the morning
The smell of books and hats,
the warmth around us
Tough is the leather that's strapped to
my skin Strong are the bonds that we make
We feel the steam as it rises around us
Hot from the soil that is cracking its back
Tough is the leather that's strapped to
my skin Strong are the bonds that we sing
Mother,
till you are so proud I've come
We're building fires that will burn until morning.
The smell of books and hot stores surrounds us.
Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin.
Strong are the bonds that we make.
To hear the bulls sing from juncture to mountain,
down through the vein,
and into the grain.
Strong is the shoulder that moves through the time.
Here is the land it can break.
Work till your muscles bow, don't lie down.
Work till your muscles bow,
don't lie down.
Work till your muscles bow,
don't lie down.
Work till your muscles bow,
don't lie down.
Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin.
Strong are the
bonds that we see.
Work till your muscles bow, don't lie down.
Work till your muscles bow, don't lie down.
Work till your muscles bow, don't lie down.