Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Laura of the setting sun valleys


I’ve put the sun down
I haven’t go time to brows…
Or chew the cud.
I’m just here to milk the cows…
And work for you my baby,
Till my hands are blistered and red or I’m dead.
Oh my sweet Laura of the setting sun valleys.

Oh I’ve put the sun down
And I haven’t got time to brows
The harvested golden corn—
Decaying in its skin?
Oh I haven’t got time I’ve to many worries…
And never enough time anyhow… oh for…
Oh my sweet Laura of the setting sun valleys.

Oh I’ve put the sun down
And I haven’t got the strength…
Always, too watch the moonrise.
But I could always…
Use a little more, loving…
A little more lullabying in the straw ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh my sweet Laura of the setting sun valleys.

Submitted: Sunday, December 15, 2013
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