Worker For The Wind

(álbum: The Cutter And The Clan - 1987)

Since I was young I've faced this pill
I've worked this land and I always will
Through life and death I've learnt the hill
A worker for the wind

I fake my sheep and cattle days
The endless storm, the months of rain
But this land holds me ball and chain
A worker for the wind

Mary, I'll wait for you
Mary, I'll wait for you

You need heart, you need dreams
Laughter, joy, you need beliefs
But without love you sow an empty field
A worker for the wind

In the night the light grows thinner
The lust for love cuts like shiver
I need to hold you through the winter
A worker for the wind

Mary, I'll wait for you
Mary, I'll wait for you
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