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Metamora - Mountain Field lyrics
It’s one more year this mountain field I’ll till, Just one more year this mountain field I’ll till. No stones or buried sticks again to play me tricks. I wish I knew my darling’s heart so well. Well, a farmer plants by season and by sign, A farmer plants by season and by sign. Not sow luck’s fragile seed: it’s sown in time of need, And it will not grow but by its own design. It’s one more year this mountain field I’ll till, Just one more year this mountain field I’ll till. No stones or buried sticks again to play me tricks. I wish I knew my darling’s heart so well. |
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