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“Narrow Grave”... For the Farmers
Verse 1
I’ve worked this land since my hands were young
Cut wheat in the heat till the day was done
They said the earth was ours to tend
Now it’s lines on maps I can’t defend
Men in rooms decide my fate
Never broke the soil, still own the gate
Chorus
I don’t want gold, I don’t want fame
Just a fair day’s worth for the work I gave
Call it progress, call it brave
Just let me rest in a narrow grave
On the land I worked, on the ground I gave
Let me rest in a narrow grave
Verse 2
Grey in my hair, dust in my lungs
While futures are sold by silver tongues
They praise these fields they’ll never walk
Buy my silence with climate talk
Barns stay full but the margin’s thin
Reward the paper, starve the skin
Chorus
I don’t want gold, I don’t want fame
Just a fair day’s worth for the work I gave
Call it progress, call it brave
Just let me rest in a narrow grave
On the land I worked, on the ground I gave
Let me rest in a narrow grave
Verse 3
They pay me now to step aside
Let hedges grow and hope I hide
Buy the view, rent out the peace
While working farms quietly cease
A countryside framed and put on show
Not lived in anymore, you know
Chorus
I don’t want gold, I don’t want fame
Just a fair day’s worth for the work I gave
Call it progress, call it brave
Just let me rest in a narrow grave
On the land I worked, on the ground I gave
Let me rest in a narrow grave
Final Chorus
I don’t want gold, I don’t want fame
Just a fair day’s worth for the work I gave
Call it progress, call it brave
Just let me rest in a narrow grave
On the land I worked, on the ground I gave
Let me rest in a narrow grave