The cruel intoxication of the spring time
Cut furrows through his senses, sank roots down in his mind
And he laid it down for one more time just spinning round the sun
One more year, just hanging on
But, I'd grown as tired as I'd ever be
Spent all my hope just trying to pull some poetry
From the bleached bone of stubble of February fields
Yeah, I was a stranger in this land
And they say never marry a farmer, cause he's always in the dirt
No go and find a gambling man with his clean white linen shirt
Find your self an engineer, cause he's always in on time
Go and find a tailor man, he'll dress you up so fine
At the first sign of May the rain came down in droves
It flooded out the ditches and covered up the roads
And he fought his ambitions, for he knew it’d leave him stuck
Still he knew much better than to curse this kind of luck
‘Cause it was not too long before the rain had turned its back
And all my thoughts would grow dusty and cracked
And the only signs of moisture were the tears in my eyes
As I stood and cursed the clouds way up on high
Yeah, they say never marry a farmer, cause he's always in the dirt
Go and marry a gambling man with his clean white linen shirt
Find your self an engineer, cause he's always there on time
Go and marry a tailor man, he'll dress you up so fine
Well, I swear this place must share something
With the delta or the desert
‘cause the horizon overwhelms me
And I’ve found beauty in the details
Like how the gold and green blew beautiful against the blue and the grey
As he stood out in the field and watched the storm clouds roll away
And he thought to him self, oh I know he did those days
"This must be the way we will know we are blessed"
Yeah, I married a farmer, whose always in the dirt
You can have your gambling men with their clean white linen shirts
You can have an engineer, if you need to be on time
Go and find a tailor man if you need to dress so fine
Now, I first came here as a stranger
and I’ll probably leave one day the same
But I know there is beauty and their is wisdom
Yes, there is age in the seasons of the plains
So, I will stand as the wind creates currents in the grasses
I will stand as the wild geese return to the reeds
I will stand, I will stand and I will breath
I will stand and I will breath in the sky
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