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05-Alive

Winter time, the same old grind, watching for signs
All work no fun
Stock to feed and food to breed and masters to heed
I watch the sun

Building it up, tearing it down
Moving it up, turn it around

Soon the spring, this wonder thing, the birds will sing
To start again

There will come a time I've seen
when I lay me down and cease

To be alive, I am alive
To be alive, I am alive

Summer wields the sun on fields, my work never yields
behind the plough
another seed, with lust and greed is paying its heed
It's not allowed

Building it up, tearing it down
Moving it up, turn it around

Winter and I have it planned, I'll ask for her hand
Then we can sow

I must prepare for eternity
The day when I lay me down and cease

To be alive, I am alive
To be alive, I am alive