We will sow the seeds together We shall feed the fertile ground We will
Wait then we shall gather fruits to feed our hungry mouths We'll feast,
We'll toast the one who sends the storm, who shapes the corn We line the
Circles In the Fall, we fall Come the dawn he'll strech his hands
And take the last born to the land beyond our tidy tidy lawns, and no, no
Lamb of ours will be deformed!