The Hands That Feed You (edit)

Up in the morning, with the sound of crows that keep me awake

A to and fro-ing, with the hounds and grainers calling to me

A storm is coming, but the land ain't ours to forsake

I made a promise, but the words are like the first thing you take

It's heavy lifting, my hands are sore, no time for breaks

My knees don't work the same, but fate ain't so easy to shake

So what you gonna take, when they ain't got nothing left?

What you gonna take, when they ain't got nothing left to give?

You're biting the hands that feed you You're biting the hands that feed

The day is long and the night is short like a salt wine

I made my way back like the cattle in the field taking time

I miss the sunrise 'cause my eyes were planted still in the ground

My clothes are worn and kinda too big for this peace of mind

it's heavy lifting my hands are sore and starting to break my knees don't work the same but faith

ain't so weedy to shake so what you gonna do when they ain't got nothing left

and what you gonna take when they ain't got nothing left to give

You're biting the hands that feed you, you're biting the hands that feed you.