Handled with Care

Born out of mind
Back in 1895
In those first few years
Watched the fields come alive
I was pushed and I was pulled
The plates were kept full
Dust reached the sky
Worked hard but it was good

I remember the floods
Of 1904
The drought of '02
Took even more
Watched our work drift away
There was nothing we could say
Cause when the weather decides
She always has it's way

I'm just an old mouldboard,
Cut from cast iron ore
Never once a broken share
Now the years have gone by
Proud I worked where I lie
I was always handled with care

More good years than bad
All the harvests we had
My parts have worn down
Like my old friend in plaid
Now you sit old and tired
Your pipe leaf's a-fired
You shoot a glance my way
So, I guess we've retired

You see me on this bank
I'm old and broken down
Once built like a tank
On the outskirts of town
Half the field is now muddy
Weed choked and bumpy
When it rains, I weep
Tears of rust, red and bloody

I'm just an old mouldboard,
Cut from cast iron ore
Never once a broken share
Now the years have gone by
Proud I worked where I lie
I was always handled with care

My friend is dead and gone
Heard the sad sad song
Sung when he was buried
In the dim light at dawn
Empty years passed by
In the blink of an eye
Rusted and alone
Under cold winter skies

I'm just an old mouldboard,
Cut from cast iron ore
Never once a broken share
Now the years have gone by
Proud I worked where I lie
I was always handled with care
I was always handled with care