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He is the farmer and he turns our tired soil |
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And watches as the water once so cool is brought up to the boil |
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His tired eyes from relentless seasons burn |
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Holds him to his every word and all things still left undone |
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Look now there's another page another story |
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Look now there's another reason why it's hard to rest in peace |
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He is the sailor and he rolls on seven seas |
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And we know he won't let go till the storm has brought him to his knees |
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He'll keep on searching until all the shoals have gone |
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And there's not one single dream that he can sail his ship upon |
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He is the honest man and we all know how he's been |
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And we all know his story and we've seen it on the silver screen |
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And though his wisdom oh we barely try to save |
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His memory it lingers oh and it will haunt us to the grave |
