The Next Day
Sun he rise slow on the land.
Rain she waits for God's command.
Woman feeds the son of man.
Man he does the work he can.
I will keep the golden bough.
I will love you not to know.
I will plough the ground I've sown.
I will grace the dreams you own.
Sun he falls upon the man.
Rain she gives all that she can.
Woman makes her bed of straw.
Man creates his deadly law.
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