Letra
Ver letra con acordes
[Intro]
[Verse]
The sun comes over the top of the hill
Shines on the fields I ve yet to till
My bones are weary, but I know I will
And not just because you ask it
[Verse]
Rake and hoe hung on twenty-penny nails
Milk lies sweet in a dozen pails
Hay piled up in a hundred bales
And apples in the basket
[Verse]
A house that s tight to the wind and snow
A barn that s full of the things we grow
Empty purse, but I don t owe
A thing to any man living
[Verse]
A woman warm, a woman kind
A woman who knows her own sweet mind
A woman who knows just what s behind
The things that she s forgiven
[Verse]
There s branches on the family tree
There s a boy, a girl and a baby s three
They look like her, they look like me
Like folks that s dead and gone now
[Verse]
But I don t care, we re all the same
There s none to bless and none to blame
We re doing it in the family s name
The work we carry on now
[Verse]
The old grey goose is on the wing
But he ll be back again next spring
Each year we do the same old thing
And the same old wheel goes spinning
[Verse]
When the air is warm and the earth is sweet
And the good clean dirt is on our feet
The circle comes around complete
And the end is the beginning
[Verse]
The sun comes over the top of the hill
Shines on the fields I ve yet to till
My bones are weary, but I know I will
And not just because you ask it
[Verse]
Rake and hoe hung on twenty-penny nails
Milk lies sweet in a dozen pails
Hay piled up in a hundred bales
And apples in the basket
[Verse]
The sun comes over the top of the hill
Shines on the fields I ve yet to till
My bones are weary, but I know I will
And not just because you ask it
[Verse]
Rake and hoe hung on twenty-penny nails
Milk lies sweet in a dozen pails
Hay piled up in a hundred bales
And apples in the basket
[Verse]
A house that s tight to the wind and snow
A barn that s full of the things we grow
Empty purse, but I don t owe
A thing to any man living
[Verse]
A woman warm, a woman kind
A woman who knows her own sweet mind
A woman who knows just what s behind
The things that she s forgiven
[Verse]
There s branches on the family tree
There s a boy, a girl and a baby s three
They look like her, they look like me
Like folks that s dead and gone now
[Verse]
But I don t care, we re all the same
There s none to bless and none to blame
We re doing it in the family s name
The work we carry on now
[Verse]
The old grey goose is on the wing
But he ll be back again next spring
Each year we do the same old thing
And the same old wheel goes spinning
[Verse]
When the air is warm and the earth is sweet
And the good clean dirt is on our feet
The circle comes around complete
And the end is the beginning
[Verse]
The sun comes over the top of the hill
Shines on the fields I ve yet to till
My bones are weary, but I know I will
And not just because you ask it
[Verse]
Rake and hoe hung on twenty-penny nails
Milk lies sweet in a dozen pails
Hay piled up in a hundred bales
And apples in the basket