Текст песни barnyard - Lots of Hands

Outside, out here
Pick grass in the yard
Inside my ear
Her voice soothes my heart

Now she's falling
And she's falling hard
I've never known a soul like hers
Living in a barnyard

I cannot go where the men go
Outside of the pen though
That is where she'll die
I'll brush your hair through a nightmare
We're breathing in the country air

Sunday, she's here
Monday, she's not
Someday, I'll hear
Her singing in the lot

Old girl, lay down
And don't try too hard
I've never known a soul like hers
Living in a barnyard

I cannot go where the men go
Outside of the pen though
That is where she'll die
I'll brush your hair through a nightmare
We're breathing in the country air

I cannot go where the men go
Outside of the pen though
That is where she'll die
I'll brush your hair through a nightmare
We're breathing in the country air

I cannot go where the men go
Outside of the pen though
That is where she'll die
I'll brush your hair through a nightmare
We're breathing in the country air

I cannot go where the men go
Outside of the pen though
That is where she'll die
I'll brush your hair through a nightmare
We're breathing in the country air

I don't wanna go
You don't wanna leave, so I'll grieve
I don't wanna go
You don't wanna leave, so I'll grieve

I don't wanna go
You don't wanna leave, so I'll grieve
I don't wanna go
You don't wanna leave, so I'll grieve

I cannot go where the men go
Outside of the pen though (I don't wanna go)
That is where she'll die (you don't wanna leave, so I'll grieve)
I'll brush your hair through a nightmare
We're breathing in the country air

I don't wanna go
You don't wanna leave, so I'll grieve

I cannot go where the men go
Outside of the pen though (I don't wanna go)
That is where she'll die (you don't wanna leave, so I'll grieve)
I'll brush your hair through a nightmare
We're breathing in the country air