The Decemberists – The Reapers (Guitar)

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Early in the evening, when the working is through

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And the fields all in furrows, and there ain't much to do

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Me and my lady all a-riding did go

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As we wait for the reapers to mow

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You lay on the hay rake and me on the plow

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Foreman's in the granary a-wiping his brow

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Gonna break an ankle just working this row

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As we wait for the reapers to mow

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As we wait for the reapers to mow

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Over the next valley where the land is all wild

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And the hillside's all berries and thornweed for miles

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Gonna plow a pasturе where no one will go

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And I'll wait for thе reapers to mow

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I heard of a mansion on top of a hill

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Where a lordling lives splendid, just eating his fill

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Dressed in white linen, his servants in tow

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Till he waits for the reapers to mow

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Till he waits for the reapers to mow

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Come and go with me to a land overseas

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Where the people sit idle and do as they please

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But one thing you can't run from wherever you go

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Is that wait for the reapers to mow

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I heard of a beggar, not a suit to his name

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Born in a brothel to the madame's disdain

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Put him in the gutter, or in a château

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As he'll wait for the reapers to mow

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He's gonna wait for the reapers to mow

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I dreamed of a trial ‘tween the moon and the sun

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Where the stars were the jury and the heavens the judge

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Awarded to the plaintiff — the defendant brought low

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She must wait for the reapers to mow

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Tomorrow and tomorrow when the working is done

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And the fields are all fallow and the harrow is run

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Come and lie with me in the fresh fallen snow

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And we'll wait for the reapers to mow

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And we'll wait for the reapers to mow