When you think your life has no meaning/ and you’re weary of cooking and cleaning/ spend a day in the field/ with the last of the yield/ and eight back-breaking hours of gleaning. (They’re out standing in their field)
When you think your life has no meaning/ and you’re weary of cooking and cleaning/ spend a day in the field/ with the last of the yield/ and eight back-breaking hours of gleaning. (They’re out standing in their field)