| These castle walls are finished at last
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| Will they hold out the elements or just the past
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| Bury it all out in the yard
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| Down by the pond and the old livestock
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| Exactly where I wasn’t shown
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| The site of his ashes now buried in snow
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| Now take this flock far into town
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| They have eaten our fields down close to the ground
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| With the master dead and planted deep
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| Who can possibly care for these tired sheep
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| Exactly where I wasn’t shown
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| The site of his ashes now buried in snow
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| Now take this flock far into town
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| They have eaten our fields down close to the ground
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| With the master dead and planted deep
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| Who can possibly care for these tired sheep
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| I can’t reap what you’ve grown
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| I can’t plow these fields alone
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| I can’t bring the harvest home by myself and myself alone
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| These castle walls are finished at last
|
| Will they hold out the elements or just the past
|
| And bury it all out in the yard
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| Down by the pond and the old livestock |