There's grievin' in the country

There's sorrow in the sand.

There's sobbin' in the shanty

And there's anger in the land.



A woman broods in silence

Close beside an open door;

Flung on her flimsy doorstep

Lies a corpse upon the floor.



"you'll not ask me why i'm silent"

The woman said to me;

Her two eyes blazed in anger

And her throat throbbed agony.



Once my heart could cry in sorrow

Now it lies there on the floor

In the ashes by the hearthstone;

They can't hurt it anymore.



Oh, let the wind go cryin' yonder

In the tree-tops by the spring

Let its voice be soft and feelin'

Like it was a livin' thing.



There's grievin' in the country

There's sorrow in the sand.

There's sobbin' in the shanty

And there's anger in the land.


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