The Yield

I don't sound so out of key Though it's been awhile since you thought of me That's okay, I don't take it personally 'Cause I've been working on the farm I use my back, I use my arms I think this crop will turn out beautifully But I keep one eye on the city lights And I see you there in your heels and tights and your top-hats Almost ruefully There's a wind that blows through now and then That says I may never see you again I lean on my hoe almost desperately But I'll be here through the winter snow And I'll be here when the garden grows again But I don't want anyone to know I didn't give you all I had No one should have treated you so badly Then like a dream you disappear I think, I can't even see you from here I go in and sleep deeply But I'll be here through the winter snow And I'll be here when the garden grows again But I don't want anyone to know I didn't give you all I had No one should have treated you so badly