The tough morning,
The grief-filled house,
A field left
Half ploughed up.
The whole life is the shift,
The work - the price,
A rock hits you,
You leave a wife, behind.
The furrow has been dragged for the last time.
The furrow / the furrow, has been dragged.
The furrow has been dragged for the last time.
The furrow / the furrow, for the last (time).
A miner got killed
Fright tightens the throat,
As life rolls like a river
Over the hearts that went cold.
The whole life is a moment,
But a shift in a big assingment,
One′s scream is but a moan
That softly fades away.
The furrow has been dragged for the last time.
The furrow / the furrow, has been dragged.
The furrow has been dragged for the last time.
The furrow / the furrow, for the last (time).
