Lyrics Russian Farmer’s Song - Keane
I
watched
you
walking
Late
in
the
day
Where
old
men
were
talking
Binding
up
the
hay
I
watched
you
drinking
Shutting
your
eyes
and
thinking
Late
in
the
day
You
were
signalling
with
your
hands
Going,
going
out
of
my
way
You′re
out
of
my
way
Where
you're
banging
on
hollow
land
A
hunter-gatherer
and
Blowing,
blowing
out
of
the
rain
In
out
of
the
rain
...
Ooooh,
Oooh
...
After
several
uneventful
days
We
gathered
all
the
faithful
To
come
and
have
their
say
Drinking,
greeting
Sellers
and
farmers
meeting
Late
in
the
day
You
were
signalling
with
your
hand
Going,
going
out
of
my
way
You′re
out
of
my
way
Where
you're
banging
on
hollow
land
A
hunter-gatherer
and
Blowing,
blowing
out
of
the
rain
In
out
of
the
rain
...
I
wish
all
my
words
were
unsaid
I
wish
all
my
words
were
unsaid
If
I
could
eat
my
words
would
I
be
standing
here
Biding
my
time
and
feeling
so
young
In
the
summer
when
the
rain
begins
Better
hurry,
don't
bide
your
time
Better
get
all
your
winter
things
Better
gather,
don′t
bide
your
time
In
the
summer
when
the
rain
begins
Better
hurry,
don′t
bide
your
time
Better
get
all
your
winter
things
Better
gather,
don't
bide
your
time
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