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The Reaper

June Tabor
Lingua: Inglese



Son, now it's done, once more the shining field
Has gone to feed the reaper's blade
All silent now, the stubble it lies still
With blood red poppies overlaid

‎"Where are my sons?", the mother cries‎
‎"Just barely grown, yet gone away"‎
‎"Away away" the reaper sighs‎
‎"Got down like corn on an autumn day"‎

And so once more the seed of life is sown
And in loving earth it's laid but it's never done
Once more the young men all
Must go to feed the reaper's blade


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