Walk the Furrows

I don't know, but I think it's;

Where’s that horse you rode in on? Where’s that fair-faced young man? You carried their dead weight and let it fall by the wayside And buried those years one dark evening

Now in a land without leaders I listen close to the soil beneath me And keep my heart with yours And yes, we know there’re others And yes, we feel the ground shifting below us

Keep, keep the secret Walk the furrows Mend the fences

Plumb, Plumb and level Go inside Stow the shovel

Keep, keep the secret Walk the furrows Mend the fences

Plumb, Plumb and level Go inside Stow the shovel

Now it’s time Heat the kettle Let the wars Tell the story

Keep the joy Keep the quiet No, you’re not shy You have that fire

Smoldering

Keep the joy Keep the quiet No, you’re not shy Keep the fire

Smoldering