Bison
Autumn Snow
We will sowWe will sowFor to bring the autumn snowAnd our labor shall notBe for us in vainShe will grow she will growFor to make their dresses flowTill she’s seeded by the ginTill the mistress weaves againWe will sowWe will sowAnd she will growWe will weaveWe will weaveUntil the Master has his sleevesAnd for good measureWe’ll clasp his snaps ‘fore dawnNever leaveNever leaveUntil the unison’s agreedThat she is no longer roughLike the hands that reap her upWe will weaveLetras de cancionesWe will weaveAnd never leaveThese blistered andThese calloused handsHave done no work aloneWe formulateThen recreateThe patterns that we’ve sownForemost the ginThen fibers spinIt’s all we’ll ever knowFor are forebearsHave left us hereTo reap the autumn snowWe will reap the autumn snow
From Letras Mania