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As we retire for the day
The work of the day we have accomplished
The god of the harvest had smiled on us
Fruits of many kind filled our barns
As we await a new journey of the earth around the sun
Planning to begin another farming season
The enemy lay their hands on weapons
Planning another killing season
As we lay our heads to rest
Looking forward to the cockcrow
It was the cock of the gun that rolled
And the rest we seek now turns to distress
As our heads are now laid in the grave
The hailers and wailers shoot blames at each other
As we lay far away from home and closer to our home
May the rains wash away our pain.
