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GCDsus2
CCG
Said the shepherd to his wGife,
The crop of hay is cut and dCried.
I'll bDsus2ail it up and bring it Cin,
Before the coming storm bCegins.
Go, she said, and beat the Gstorm,
And then there is another cChore.
Dsus2Today the baby will be bCorn,
You'll take me to the hosCpital.
Said the shepherd, if it's Gtrue,
'Twere better if I stayed with Cyou.
Dsus2I'd rather let the harvest Cgo,
And hasten to the hoCspital.
Nay, she told him, I'll be Gfine,
We both have laboring to Cdo.
Dsus2You do yours and I'll do miCne,
And the babe will wait 'til the work is tChrough.
Instrumental (*same riff)
GCDsus2CCG
The shepherd rode the yelloGw rows,
The clouds above and the field bCelow.
Dsus2Until the bails had all been tiCed,
Then home returned to find his wCife.
The sweat was wet upon her Gbrown,
Her breath it cameth labCouredly.
And Dsus2then the rain was coming Cdown,
Upon the field of yellow Chay.
Said the shepherd, it's no Guse,
The rain will surely win the Crace.
'Twere bDsus2etter if we let it Cfall,
And hurry to the hospiCtal.
Go, she said, and work with hGaste,
And bring the bails into the Cbarn.
Dsus2Else the crop will go to Cwaste,
And the babe will wait 'til the work is dCone.
Instrumental (*same riff)
GCDsus2CCG
The shepherd drove into the stormG,
And to and from the yellow baCrn.
'Til haDsus2lf the bails were Csafely in,
Then went to find his wife agCain.
How many times her name he caGlled,
And no replying would she makCe.
Her Dsus2breath it cameth not at Call,
She would not rise from where she lCay.
Instrumental (*same riff)
GCDsus2CCG
The storm was o'er within theG hour,
The shepherd saw the sun come oCut.
The Dsus2shepherd's wife saw ne'er aCgain,
He buried her and the babe wiCthin.
He turned the seed into the gGround,
He brought the flock to feed thCereon.
He Dsus2held the cleaver and the Cplow,
And the shepherd's work was nCever done.
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