Try to live but it's more like worry.
Each time I try to speak it does sound like "sorry"
Setting up races you've gotta keep winning
Imaginary races,
You jump until you're bleeding and you're needing
And you're wanting it so badly timed your sighing,
All lying
And she's trusting you completely stupid
"Sorry"
Feeling attack put up defences
Nothing you've ever said made much sense
Words are just another violence
Nothing rings as true as silence.
Dream I can fly in desperation,
Sorry
Must have mixed up remorse with anticipation,
Sorry
Each time I try to break this hurry,
Sorry
Start off apologizing for saying sorry.
Leaving,
Me pleading
All through wanting it so badly timed my sighing
All lying
And you trusted me completely foolish.
Sounds like "sorry"
It sounds like "sorry"
It always sounds like "sorry."Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door.
See the sun sparkle in the reeds, silver beads, pass into the sea.
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter,
She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water, and
She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her.
Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear.
Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field,
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal,
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring,
Black dirt live again!
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, Let it grow, Greatly yield.
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name,
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
And the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shouting "I am! I am! I am! I am."
Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men.
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall.