Hard Row To Hoe
See her in the flowers,
that she walks by everyday,
listen to the meadowlark,
and what he has to say.
Feel the Earth that's turning,
so your heart can be set free,
see these words are burning,
written hastily by me.
Leave behind the hardship,
the bitter clouds of woe,
follow down your family,
where your seeds will surely grow.
Seek the book for guidance,
may the Lord now take your hand,
no need to strive for perfect,
for your heart he'll understand.
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