Song Description
Old timey song about about a failing farm after the death of a farmer's wife.
Song Length |
3:12 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional |
Tempo |
Floating |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Moving, Heartbreaking |
Subject |
Sadness, Girlfriend, Wife |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
It's all work in the spring time
Plantin all my rows
And lord I tend em fine
But this year nothing grows
This year?s been harder lord
Than any that I?ve known
Ain?t nothing round here for harvest
Cept Stones
Harvest of Stone
Harvest of stone
No harder time have I surely known
My pain?s my plow
And Grief?s my yoke
So shall I reap
Harvest Of Stone
My darlin loved me
Surely god would know
But I?d deal with the devil
If he would bring her home
Cause the kitchen?s empty
And the hallway moans
Since they laid my love
In that field of Stone
Maybe next summer
We?ll get some rain instead of this drought
Maybe all of them stones?ll be all plowed out
With just enough sunshine to help the tings I?ve sown
Maybe I?ll find the strength to keep on goin
Instead of harvestin Stone
I?ll watch the cotton grow
Pack my troubles and send em down the road
I?ll find the love I surely need to know
And I?ll build us a house from that pile of stone
I?ll build us a house from that pile of stone