Making hay
while the sun shines
That's what a man is supposed to do
Feel the air hot against your skin
Like it will never be again
Right on the spaces I long to be
To use my strength naturally
Just about anywhere else I hide and seek
Well the spirit is willing
but the flesh is weak
To plough the fields of till and sow
To guard against the winds,
the winds that blow
To wander out at the break of day
To follow the fate of come what may
Day after day, we plow the fields
Day after day, we plow the fields
Come what may
And I don't want to spend
the rest of my life
In promise of good intention,
but al ways live a lie
So I just keep on, day after day
To follow the faith and come what may
To plough the fields to till and sow
To guard against the winds,
the winds that blow
To wander out at the break of day
To follow the faith and come what may
To plough the fields of till and sow
To guard against the winds,
the winds that blow
To wander out at the break of day
To follow the fate and come what may