| Farmer stands watching, as his crops wilt away
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| Farmer stands watching, as his crops wilt away
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| Cry out to the Lord God, «Help me Jesus I pray!
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| Tis the land of my fathers' and I must find a way!»
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| Farmer stands watching, as his crops wilt away
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| Lovers lie watching as their love blows away
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| Lovers lie watching as their love blows away
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| Cry out to the Lord God, «Help me Jesus I pray!
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| Long gone is the passion that we had yesterday!»
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| Lovers lie watching as their love blows away
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| Dying man watches as his life slips away
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| Dying man watches as his life slips away
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| Cry out to the Lord God, «Help me Jesus I pray!
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| Just another day longer, I’ll do whatever you say!»
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| Dying man watches as his life slips away
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| We all sit watching as our world dies away
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| We all sit watching as our world dies away
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| Cry out to the Lord God, «Help me Jesus I pray!
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| It’s the ond of the glory, culture lost to decay!»
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| We all sit watching as our world dies away
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| Sweet Lullaby
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| Through these grief stricken eyes
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| Fades a light, that once burned brightly
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| Now a hollow mind waits for sweet death
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| Once this weary old wreck stood tall back to the north wind
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| Now there’s nothing more burning inside
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| She came in the night
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| Through the window to greet me
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| Had the heavens sent her from above
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| When I asked her a name soft words whispered and kissed me
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| And I dreamt of her sweet lullaby
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| By the morning she’s gone
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| Through my head sings her song
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| And her memory it fades
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| As the moonlight greets dawn
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| So I’ll sit here and wait
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| For the day when she’ll come back
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| And I dream of her sweet lullaby
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| He came to take her away
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| From my arms, no longer with me
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| A single bullet fired, shot through the heart
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| On her grave I now kneel, arms raised up to the good lord
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| Shouting promise, for vengeance, deserved
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| A darkened night hides my face
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| Through the shadows to take him
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| To hell with this wretched old beast
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| The judge says, «How do you plead?»
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| Through my lips no word was spoken
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| To my prison, I’ll lay down and die |