Beast of Burden

The sun cuts through the naked dome and bakes the earth to stone.
Keeping eyes cast on the ground, I push the plow tip down.
Life is like a furrowed field: line next to line next to line,
and I will keep on plo-ow-owing 'til the end of time

all powers, all the glories we won't soon forget
to the furrows to the reaper, we are not dead yet
with your love dear, with your love, perhaps I should not dwell
with your love dear, with your love, pretend I'm not hell

{Chorus]
look out to the open sky
watch the clouds flow languidly by
in the wind, they tumble and play
past your lot each day

that horse there grazing could do work raising
moist soil from earth's soft breast
She'll pull the plow blade by rope tie I made
I'll finally have some rest.

{Chorus]
look out to the open sky
watch the clouds flow languidly by
in the wind, they tumble and play
past your lot each day