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Early in the morning, when the working is through And the fields all in furrow, and there ain’t much to do Me and my lady all a-riding did go We wait for the reapers to mow You lay on the hay rake and me on the plow Foreman’s in the granary a-wiping his brow Gonna break an ankle just working this row As we wait for the reapers to mow As we wait for the reapers to mow Over the next valley where the land is all wild And the hillside's all buried in the thornweed for miles Gonna plow a pasture wherе no one will go And I’ll wait for the reapеrs to mow I heard of a mansion on top of a hill Where a lordling lives splendid, just eating his fill Dressed in white linen, his servants in tow As he waits for the reapers to mow And he waits for the reapers to mow Come and go with me to a land overseas Where the people sit idle and do as they please But one thing you can’t run from wherever you go Is that wait for the reapers to mow Letras de canciones I heard of a beggar, not a suit to his name Born in a brothel to the madame’s [?] Put him in the gutter, or in a château As he’ll wait for the reapers to mow He’s gotta wait for the reapers to mow I dreamed of a trial ‘tween the moon and the sun Where the stars were the jury and the heavens the judge Awarded to the plaintiff — the defendant wrought low She must wait for the reapers to mow Tomorrow and tomorrow when the working is done And the fields are all fallow and the harrow is run Come and lie with me in the fresh fallen snow And we’ll wait for the reapers to mow And we’ll wait for the reapers to mow From Letras Mania