Face Of Despair
Fingers callus from the plough
Wrinkled weather beating brow
Streak of silver in the hair
Mhm face of despair
A back that's bent from years of toil
Thorns grow in the worn out soil
No one left to really care
Nhm face of despair
If you should plough old fields like
These you'd plough up memories
Don't tell the young to mend their ways
You can't show them better days
Their better days are yet ahead your
Better days have long been dead
Rest easy in your rocking chair mhm
And look at your September country
Face of despair
Shoulders weary from the load life is
Rough as a gravel road
How much of it can you bear mhm look
At your September country face of despair
In the September of your years eyes
That hide a veil of tears
A look of longing always there
Mhm face of despair
If you should plough
Mhm if you should plough