At_Last

Life Seeds G.F.E. McGuiness

Heaven's promise feeds my crops Pull Sturdy, pull. As other's pray, I kneel for rocks. Pull Sturdy, pull. I'll pay you well, my friend, in oats Pull Sturdy, pull. Burden's beasts won't haul for notes. Pull Sturdy, pull.

Had I turned my substance under As this field your hoofs repair Would I gather more of faith, Wonder, love, hope and care.

Pull.

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