Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Plough, artist - The Divine Comedy. Date of issue: 23.04.2006
Song language: English
The Plough |
| I packed up my suitcase and left the old farm |
| I promised my papa, I’d come to no harm |
| And I went to the city where I was employed |
| In a firm of accountants as an office boy |
| I fetched and I carried, I watched and I learned |
| And slowly but surely I rose through the firm |
| But then I discovered my colleagues one day |
| Massaging the figures for personal gain |
| I said, «I'll not wallow in this house of shame» |
| I’ll plough my own furrow, I’ll go my own way |
| Gravely I listened to Reverend McBride |
| Down at the mission house each Friday night |
| Heaven’s salvation for those who know best |
| Hell and damnation for all of the rest |
| Try as I might, I could not understand |
| Why The Almighty’s all merciful hand |
| Should cast away those whose only mistake |
| Was never to know the Christian faith |
| The stars that we follow can lead us astray |
| I’ll plough my own furrow, I’ll go my own way |
| I fled from the capital’s bourgeois malaise |
| And trekked through the wilderness for fourteen days |
| 'Til I found the guerrillas camped high in the hills |
| I asked Comrade Diaz, whom I should kill |
| I crept into town with a knife in my teeth |
| And entered the home of the Chief of Police |
| I stood at his bedside and raised up my blade |
| Then I looked to the crib where his little one lay |
| You murder tomorrow by killing today |
| I’ll plough my own furrow, I’ll go my own way |