Frosty ground, frozen ground
My grain lies dead
Emptiness hums the barn brings so
Between the holes in my belt
Wait till November brings
All back
Wait, until I open
I gave all my hand
My wife my love
Carry the boy tenderly
The little one didn't even see the world
I can see the cruel land
Wait until November comes
Everything back
Wait until I open
I gave all my hand
Wait until November takes you
To the little one
Wait until I open
The lap is called

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