Take your apples from the earth And your fingerlings from the air If you cried when you were born Cause it ain't fair
You got nothing Nothing that you wear And there's a drink that we're all needing I need to weep but we have tried And though the clouds they keep on seeding Still the county remains dry The county remains dry The county remains dry
I see your coat that it needs sewing And these seeds will sow the corn sill prize But in your absence nothing’s growing And still the country remains dry The county remains dry The county remains dry The county remains dry
But still we keep on dreaming Of that fifty year flood Of oceans of plasma And rivers of blood
Taking apples from the earth And your fingerlings from the air If you cried when you were born Cause it ain't fair You've got nothing Nothing to wearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.