The Windmill


A mighty wind blew from the grassland and caught the badland dirt
Through it down upon the hood of a Ford that wouldn't work
The sky fell down in sheets of rain it must have been ten miles away
And the windmill sang on and on

I saw a field hand with a horse drawn plow
Across a field of gold and grey
Dust was rising from behind like a song of yesterday.
A strike of lightening split the day it must have been ten miles away
And the windmill sang on and on

On and on and on it goes
Keeping time with the winds that blow across the field
How long long it's been there no one knows
Dust and rust and a lonesome tone and the willmill sang on and on

He came across the lane he shook his head his hand was on the hood
He didn't have to say a word I could tell it wasn't good
He took me down that old dirt road to a cul-de-sac and a trailer home
And the windmill sang on and on

On and on and on it goes
Keeping time with the winds that blow across the field
How long long its been there no one knows
Dust and rust and a lonesome tone
And the willmill sang on and on

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