Conor O'Sullivan - Fruit Field | Текст песни

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Far across the fruit fields
the sun lay down to rest
a shadow crossed my porch
the horizon seemed to melt
who is it who goes there
come out and let me see
i am the ghost of old ben jones
and i never will be free

The skin on his back was broken
his punishment it seems
for breaking the skin on the fruit below
below in the fruit fields

They tied him to the gate post
whipped his back and broke his bones
then hung him from the highest tree
and placed a curse upon his soul

For ten and two years i worked here
to ply the picking trade
for Ely Burke a landowner
and the owner of these chains
you see sir, the sun was blazing
and my mouth like earth was dry
I put an orange to my lips
Mr Burke he did me spy

The skin on my back was broken
my punishment it seems
for breaking the skin on the fruit below
below in the fruit fields

They chained me to the gate post
whipped my back and broke my bones
then hung me from the highest tree
and placed a curse upon my soul

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