Hands On The Plow
Neal Casal
There is nothing I can say to you now
Of all the years that passed away
With your hands on the plow
Can't you see that they're gone
Can't you see that they're gone
20 long years down the line is all that you had to show
A trail of coal dust left behind in the rain and the snow
You had to lay your body down
You had to lay your body down
On home ground
You always talked about the wind and what a friend it could be
They'd never hear from you again, and though it's hard to believe
You had to bring your brother home
You had to bring your brother home
It was always blood and stone
That brought you to her door
On a ship so far from home with only love as the law
She's all you need to carry on
She's all you need to carry on
Oh, carry on