Lyrics
Well the ground grew grey and dead in August
The bed lay barren just crying for rain
It's been a bad year for the sweet pea harvest
It's been a bad year for the sugar cane
It'll all grow back again
We've all been led by a promise that the heart can mend
Well he wakes each day and prays for thunder
And carves like lightning down the rows
And throws his seeds of dreams in numbers
And drinks himself like dirt that won't
It'll all grow back again
We've all been led by a promise that the heart can mend
It was a storm last spring that sealed his troubles
When Ava left him in an unmade field
He carries that weight but he drags his shovel
Just waits for the ugly wounds to heal
It'll all grow back again
We've all been led by a promise that the heart can mend
Cause that April day he fought the combine
Caught by the arm, the combine won
Now who's to dance with a one-armed farmer?
Who's to bandage a one-armed farm?
That ground grew grey and dead by August
The bed lay barren just crying for rain
It's been a bad year for the sweet pea harvest
It's been a bad year for the sugar cane
It's been a bad year for the sweet pea harvest
It's been a bad year for the sugar cane