CHORUS:
When it rains, it floods,
and when it snows it could freeze for months,
so till the sun set we sweat like oxen:
work harder, get stronger.
When it rains, it floods,
and when it snows it could freeze for months,
so we work when we can; you could understand:
chop wood, carry water.

The days getting shorter.
It’s getting damn near too cold to bathe in creek water.
We harvest the garden crops, plant garlic bulbs and haul mulch
cause we all we need a cover for slumber through winter…
The Earth is my mother: I give her as much love and respect
as my brother and sister.
In the autumn I’m humble and conscious of the gifts given to us
by the season we recently lived through, I trust
cold’s coming: the time of the year when we
holed up in the cabin with a pile of blankets -
as snow falling and fire is blazing we keep warm
just trying to stay in god’s graces.
Thaw’s coming! It’s good cause we need it.
Get the buckets out for sugaring season. It’s so sweet!
Find me at the shack with the family,
wild venison stew from back in January cooking up.
Finally content as I can be.
Mentally centered, moving more zenward.
Work harder, get stronger:
chop wood, carry water.

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The days lengthening.
It’s getting warm again to go and bathe in the stream.
I’m jogging at dawn,
been waiting for the frost to be gone.
I’m feeling sprung cause the summer coming after the spring.
Got the seedlings started in the greenhouse,
put ‘em into the ground -
say thanks for heavenly things.
We give praise with the greatest of ease.
Pick the weeds from the rows:
there are few finer things than wild greens.
Go with the flow; sway with the breeze -
pray when we get to the gates they gave us the keys -
hope along the way we can help to make peace
cause the world just need one thing: love.
Be about it!
Reach for the clouds.
If you work hard you gon reap a bounty.
You don’t need to leave the county.
Live humbly.
What I read: really nothing but the Tao Te Ching, trust me.
The rule of thumb gold as a crown:
what goes around comes around.
The rule of thumb gold as a crown:
what goes around comes around

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