Run, John Barleycorn, Run (The Weathermaker Vault Series)

How many more times

You gonna cut me in two?

How many more times

You gonna grind me like you do?

I got a real bad feelin'

They're singin' in the barn

I got a real, real bad feelin'

And I fear the break of dawn

How many more times are you gonna do me wrong?

Run, John Barleycorn, run

Now run on home

The miller's cup is empty

And his fire's goin' cold

Run, John Barleycorn, run

Now run on home

He intends to cut you down

And put you to the stone

How many more years

You gonna lay me out to dry?

How many more years

You gonna sentence me to die?

And neither one's tellin' me the reason why

Run, John Barleycorn, run

Now run on home

The miller's cup is empty

And his fire's goin' cold

Run, John Barleycorn, run

Now run on home

He intends to cut you down

And put you to the stone

Come the dark of winter

When you're hungry and alone

Come the long, dark of winter

You're gonna treat me like a lord

Just like you did the year before

Run, John Barleycorn, run

Now run on home

The miller's cup is empty

And his fire's goin' cold

Run, John Barleycorn, run

Now run on home

He intends to cut you down

And put you to the stone

Run, John Barleycorn, run

Now run on home

The miller's cup is empty

And his fire's goin' cold

Run, John Barleycorn, run

Now run on home

He intends to cut you down

And put you to the stone!