As the days cool down, firewood piles high
Under tarps tied down,
heavy stones in the ground
As the days cool down In the yard the leaves play around the tables
I've made And the children gather sticks,
forts to build
Out in the thick, as the days cool down
Mother calls the ravens three
While temptation,
doubt and greed And with heavy hearts they sing
Hear harmony begin,
as the days cool down
Now the foreman's cut my side And if I turn I'll come untied
Says he feels the dead I'm in Says he'll work me till the end
When the days cool down
So I strap the handles down And throw my weight behind the plough
Heaven knows my path is set See the fields bend and stretch
As the days cool down
As the days cool down,
firewood piles high Under tarps tied down,
heavy stones in the
ground As the days cool down
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