Back to the Grind

"Did you see, the leaves are turning red?"

Old man Jan said "The trees are almost dead"

The crops are gone, even the rats have left

"Fingers crossed, breath held"

Planted these seeds, and hope that they will grow

But hope won't help, when hope is all alone

An empty stomach, is all we have to show

The cold is coming, that's why we have to go

Back to the grind.

Did you hear, the boys reopened the mines

The search for gold is the search for better times

Don't dig too deep, or you fall into the fires of hell

That's why I say "Fingers crossed, breath held"

Planted these seeds, and hope that they will grow

But hope won't help, when hope is all alone

An empty stomach, is all we have to show

The cold is coming, that's why we have to go

Back to the grind.