I've got the children to
The clothes to
The floor to
The food to
Then the chicken to
The baby to dryI got company to
The garden to weedI've got shirts to
The tots to
The cane to be cutI gotta clean up this
Then see about the
And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me,
Rain on me,
Fall softly,
And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from
With your fiercest
Let me float across the sky'Til I can rest again.
Fall gently,
Cover me with
Cold icy kisses
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving
Mountain, oceans, leaf and
Star shine, moon
You're all that I can call my own.
