Muleskinner Jones - Her Desert Yard | Текст песни

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How hard she worked her desert yard
Until her fingers cracked and bled
'Til her machines gave up the ghost
And all the other settlers fled
For milder climes
And pleasures fine
And better times

How hard she'd work her desert yard
'Til dust clogged every window pane
And piled high upon the sills
Where memories faded in their frames
Familiar faces young and old
Brought some small comfort to her soul
Though she'd forgotten every name

All day she'd work here desert yard
All through the night she'd pray for rain
Until her throat was dry and parched
Until her voice cracked up in pain
But the waters never came
No the waters never came
No the waters never came

No waters came
No rains poured down
To slake the desert's ugly thirst
And turn this barren patch of dirt
Into a thing from which new life would spring
Like manna from the ground

How hard she worked her desert yard
Her skin it blistered and it burned
And shrunk around her skeleton
As her jet-black hair was turned
As white as bone
Bleached by the sun
Yet still she toiled there all alone

How hard she'd work her desert yard
'Til buzzards circled overhead
Until her muscles withered down
Until her livestock were all dead
Their corpses strewn across the plains
No single living thing remained

How hard she'd work her desert yard
Until the wells at last ran dry
Until the tools dropped from her arms
And in the sand she lay to die
Then all the years she'd toiled in vain
And all the tears and all the pain
Were washed asunder by the rain
As at last the waters came

The waters came
The rains poured down
To slake the desert's ugly thirst
And turn this little scrap of dirt
Into a thing from which new life would spring
Like manna from the ground

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