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Said the shepherd to his wifeThe crop of hay is cut and driedI'll bale it up and bring it inBefore the coming storm beginsGo, she said, and beat the stormAnd then there is another choreToday the baby will be bornYou'll take me to the hospitalSaid the shepherd, if it's trueT'were better if I stayed with youI'd rather let the harvest goAnd hasten to the hospitalNay, she told him, I'll be fineWe both have laborin' to doYou do yours and I'll do mineAnd the babe will wait 'til the work is through The shepherd roped the yellow rowsThe sky above and the field belowUntil the bales had all been tiedAnd homeward turned to find his wifeSweat was wet upon her browHer breath it cameth laboredlyAnd then the rain was comin' downUpon the field of yellow haySaid the shepherd, it's no useLetras de cancionesThe rain will surely win the raceT'were better if we let it fallAnd hurry to the hospitalGo, she said, and work with hasteAnd bring the bales into the barnElse the crop will go to wasteAnd the babe will wait 'til the work is doneThe shepherd drove into the stormAnd to and from the yellow barn'Til half the bales were safely inThen went to find his wife againHow many times her name he calledAnd no replyin' would she makeHer breath it cameth not at allShe would not rise from where she layThe storm was o'er within the hourThe shepherd saw the sun come outThe shepherd's wife saw ne'er againHe buried her and the babe withinHe turned the seed into the groundHe brought the flock to feed thereonHe held the cleaver and the plowAnd the shepherd's work was never done From Letras Mania