Представляем точный текст композиции "Autumns Harvest" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tom Flannery . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Autumns Harvest» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tom Flannery передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tom Flannery - "Autumns Harvest"
Lyrics to Autumns Harvest : Birthday parties and Christmas days thanksgivings through the years refrigerators and grocery stores and a migrant workers tears shopping carts and frayed coupons seems every days a blur would it all taste the same if you knew who they were its autumns harvest the end of the line no more turning water into wine hope it withers on the vine its autumns harvest the end of the line its autumns harvest the end of the line Theres pastures of plenty here a great little man once said enough to ensure dignity with every bite of bread so why do we close our eyes to the things we cannot see and let others live like dry leaves in the land of the free its autumns harvest the end of the line no more turning water into wine hope it withers on the vine its autumns harvest the end of the line its autumns harvest the end of the line Bless us oh Lord and these thy gifts which we are about to receive help us remember that it all got here from a man down on his knees if we had an extra chair would we set a place for those who pick our food to lead us in grace Some men give some take away and others stand aside and watch it all with a weariness that allows others to decide that the food we eat is drenched with sweat some may surely justify but when blood is mixed in with the toil its time to ask why its autumns harvest the end of the line no more turning water into wine hope it withers on the vine its autumns harvest the end of the line Bless us oh Lord and these thy gifts which we are about to receive help us remember that it all got here from a man down on his knees if we had an extra chair would we set a place to allow those who pick our food to lead us in grace its autumns harvest the end of the line no more turning water into wine hope it withers on the vine its autumns harvest the end of the line its autumns harvest the end of the line [ Autumns Harvest Lyrics ]
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