Russian Farmer's Song

I watched you
Walking
Late in the dayWhere old men were talking
Binding up the hay

I watched you
Drinking
Shutting your eyes and thinking
Late in the day

You were signalling with your hands
Going
Going out of my way
You′re out of my way

Where you're banging on hollow land
A hunter-gatherer and blowing
Blowing out of the rain
In out of the rain

After
Several
Uneventful days
We gathered all the faithful
To come and have their say

Drinking
Greeting
Sellers and farmers meeting
Late in the day

You were signalling with your hand
Going
Going out of my way
You′re out of my way

Where you're banging on hollow land
A hunter-gatherer and blowing
Blowing out of the rain
In out of the rain

I wish all my words
Were unsaid

I wish all my words
Were unsaid

If I could eat my words
Would I be standing here
Biding my time
And feeling so young

In the summer when the rain begins
Better hurry
Don't bide your time
Better get all your winter things
Better gather
Don′t bide your time

In the summer when the rain begins
Better hurry
Don′t bide your time
Better get all your winter things
Better gather
Don't bide your time