paroles de chanson The Reapers - The Decemberists

Early in the evening
When the working is through
And the field's all in furrows
And there ain't much to do
Me and my lady
All a-riding did go
As we wait for the reapers to mow

You lay on the hayrake
And me on the plow
Foreman's in the granary
A-wiping his brow
Gonna break an ankle
Just working this row
As we wait for the reapers to mow
As we wait for the reapers to mow

Over the next valley
Where the land is all wild
And the hillside's all berries
And thornweed for miles
Gonna plow a pasture
Where no one will go
And I'll wait for the reapers to mow

I heard of a mansion
On top of a hill
Where a lordling lives splendid
Just eating his fill
Dressed in white linen
His servants in tow
Still he waits for the reapers to mow
Still he waits for the reapers to mow

Come and go with me
To a land overseas
Where the people sit idle
And do as they please
But one thing you can't run from
Wherever you go
That wait for the reapers to mow

I heard of a beggar
Not a sous to his name
Born in a brothel
To the madame's disdain
Put him in the gutter
Or in a chateau
He'll still wait for the reaper to mow
He's gotta wait for the reaper to mow

I dreamed of a trial
Tween the moon and the sun
Where the stars were the jury
And the heavens the judge
Awarded to the plaintiff
The defendant brought low
She must wait for the reapers to mow

Tomorrow and tomorrow
When the working is done
And the fields are all fallow
And the harrow is run
Come and lie with me
In the fresh fallen snow
And we'll wait for the reapers to mow
And we'll wait for the reapers to mow