The Starry Cow

One More Cow, One More Sow Another acre cultivated By a shining plough The farmer’s son takes off his hat Wiping the sweat from his brow Their productive loans are being called in Lives changed at the financier’s whim To survive, they’ll work for life and limb Yet their malnourished bones are wearing thin The processor purchases milk below cost And no buyers for our fields of maize It looks like all hope is now lost It seems, rarely these days That honest work ever pays One More Cow, One More Sow We are coming closer, acre by acre Until we use our Starry Plough Let’s grow a harvest from the soil And struggle living from our toil