Farm

Well the winter stayed and the days they got no longer
And she ran out of ways to bring the rain
And their fields once bountiful and ever-yielding
Well nothing grew there they all withered and died

Yes they died, they died, they died
And when the dust cleared oh all that survived
Was their pride, their pride, their pride
But even that would soon subside for they had died
They died

So there was nothing to do then but to sell the farm
So they divided their things and they set out at dawn
And they came to a fork and they said their goodbyes
But he fell to his knees and he began to cry

Yes he cried, he cried, he cried
And with his head down, bare back towards the sky
He said I lied, I lied, I lied
Oh I hid what I felt from your eyes
I feared that you'd soon despise me for my cries
My cries

But she took his hand and turning she sang
Oh the future's so hard to define but it will comfort you in time
And ten years from now when you've left this town
And you see me walking by
Oh my dear you will be fine