From the western lands I come
I got no friends to belong
And I know I got to fight to carry on
With my tarnished eyes I see
How life gets along with me
And I know that someone else will set me free
I plow through my memories
Here Comes The PlowmanFrom the western lands I come I got no friends to belong And I know I got to fight to carry on With my tarnished eyes I see How life gets along with me And I know that someone else will set me free I plow through my memories |