Food comes from the land
But also from above
Nourishment, goodies
Joy and love
Birds don’t work
And flowers don’t toil
Yet the birds, they still eat
And flowers bloom in soil
A harvest of hope
For those who have none
Whose troubles and woes
Are still far from gone
Through our heart and soul
We plant our seeds
We watch them wither or grow
Through all of our deeds
Let the abundance of crops
Be proudly on show
Now is the time
To reap what we sow
Hey, you and Nick Cave agree.
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