The Earth Turns South/Seedtime
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SEEDTIME
Not too deep we plant the grain,
So that it can rise again
To re-green the naked field,
Minting all its golden yield.
So that it can rise again
To re-green the naked field,
Minting all its golden yield.
But these slaughtered men should sleep
Planted deep, planted deep.
They have had their share of pain,
And they would not rise again.
Planted deep, planted deep.
They have had their share of pain,
And they would not rise again.