O come my aged youth
Have you your weapons drawn?
Have you your righteous anger poised
and your sharp-edged tongue?
We're burning right to left
and all that's in between
and let the fire split the seed
so that it might grow again
O count yourself among the few
chose to bind sheaves
and with the foremost we ignite
upon this prairie yield
Why all this talk of ghosts?
because what lifts and sways
are those of us among the flax
that brush our hands atop the grain
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Keep your hand steady on the plough
the harvest will be full
keep your hand steady on the plough
you are much loved
The Canadian singer-songwriter and environmental activist excels at helping to find a silver lining; everything is transitory, but that doesn’t mean it’s unsurmountable. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 18, 2020