Russian Farmers Song

                 I watched you walking Late in the day Where old men were talking Binding up the hay    I watched you drinking Shutting your eyes and thinking Late in the day                  You were signalling with your hands Going  going out of my way You’re out of my way Where you’re banging on hollow land A hunter-gatherer and Blowing  blowing out of the rain In out of the rain       Ooooh            Oooh                             After several uneventful days    We gathered all the faithful To come and have their say Drinking  greeting Sellers and farmers meeting Late in the day                  You were signalling with your hand       Going  going out of my way You’re out of my way Where you’re banging on hollow land A hunter-gatherer and Blowing  blowing out of the rain In out of the rain       [Instrumental]                   I wish all my words were unsaid                  I wish all my words were unsaid                  If I could eat my words would I be standing here                               Biding my time and feeling so young In the summer when the rain begins Better hurry  don’t bide your time          Better get all your winter things Better gather  don’t bide your time In the summer when the rain begins    Better hurry  don’t bide your time Better get all your winter things Better gather  don’t bide your time                to finish the finish on