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The ground grew grey and dead in August
The bed lay barren, just crying for rain
Itâs been a bad year for the sweet pea harvest
Itâs been a bad year for the sugar cane
Itâll all grow back again
Weâve all been led by a promise that the heart can mend
Heâd wake each day and pray for thunder
And carve like lightning down the rows
And throw his seeds at dreams and numbers
And drink himself like dirt that wonât
Itâll all grow back again
Weâve all been led by a promise that the heart can mend
It was a storm last spring that sealed his troubles
When Eva left him in an unmade field
Now he carries that weight, but he drags his shovel
Just waits for the ugly wounds to heal
Itâll all grow back again
Weâve all been led by a promise that the heart can mend
Cause that April day heâd fought the combine
Caught by the arm and the combine won
Now whoâs to dance with a one-armed farmer
Whoâs to bandage a one-armed farm
That ground grew grey and dead by August
The bed lay barren, just crying for rain
Itâs been a bad year for the sweet pea harvest
Itâs been a bad year for the sugar cane
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