It's one more year this mountain field I till It's one more year this mountain field I till No stones, nor buried sticks Again can play me tricks
I wish I knew my darling's heart is well. When it was fine and dry I prayed for rain When it was fine and dry I prayed for rain But when the rain drops fall And all the weeds grow tall
It's then I pray the sun would shine again. A farmer sows my seeds and by signs. A farmer sows my seeds and by signs. Not so love's fragile seed, It's sown in time of need And will not grow but by it's own desire.