In the time left to wonder at the dealing of the hands
you could have been a farmer still of brown and barren lands
your fighting done your hymns are sung
you’ve done your best I’d say.
Seen all the profits the dreams and the greed
and watched the world exploding with mouths it will not feed
lessons learned but nothing gained
you’ve done your best I’d say.
Where’s the great big flood to put the fires out
where are the southern fronts to drench the land
and when the old dog died the old man cried
and the last of the good ones moved to town.
In the hour before closing at the end of your watch
you spin your tales and reminisce about the things we all have lost
the bank has come and the gates are locked
you did your best I’d say.
Where’s the great big flood to put the fires out
where are the southern fronts to drench the land
and when the old dog died my old man cried
and the last of the good ones moved to town.
