by Peter Sutherland
Listen and purchase
It's one more year this mountain field I'll till
It's one more year this mountain field I'll till
No stones or buried sticks again to play me tricks
Oh, I wish I knew my darlin's heart so well
When it was fine and dry I prayed for rain
When it was fine and dry I prayed for rain
But when those drops did fall many weeds grew tall
Well, it's then I wished the sun would shine again
A farmer plants by season and by sign
A farmer plants by season and by sign
Not so love's fragile seed; It's sown in time of need
And it will not grow but by its own design
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