paroles de chanson Harvester (Live) - Leslie Fish

Find me a sword with a pacifist's soul. Harvester! Harvester!
Making peace while the ages roll, so many years to roam
From the northland ice to the jungle's heat
He fought and killed, never knew defeat
But he was happier cutting wheat. Harvester's come home

He was forged by a farmer's son. Harvester! Harvester!
Made from a plowshare and a gun, so many years to roam
As an honest tool in the soldier's hand
He did his job at the war's demand...
But his only cause was to save his land! Harvester's come home

He killed as clean as a butcher's blade. Harvester! Harvester!
A skilled workman at the slicing trade, so many years to roam
When the war was won and the treaty sealed
The sword went home to a better yield
Reaping crops in a poor man's field. Harvester's come home

War and peace roll round the years. Harvester! Harvester!
Killing man or butchering steer, so many years to roam
He'd much rather cut corn than men
Farming now as he did then...
So do not feed him on war again! Harvester's come home
Harvester's come home