A Job to Do

[couchgrouch]

A Job to DoI used to sneak off, find an oak for shadebut old Dad kept on working, the hoe and the spadeand his faith was the buckle, of the Bible belthe never blamed heaven, when his crops would wiltif he caught me loafin', he'd quote God's Wordand tell me of the purpose, of the sky and dirtcos nature isn't lazy, even mulch has worthfrom mud to mankind, all things of this earthhave a job to doand it's never throughsoft winds carry April seedworn hands bind autumn wheatriver to sea to rainlife's labor remainsit has a place for me and youall have a job to dowhen I found Dad lying, in that fiery sunI thought his work was over, and God's had begunthen poppies started bloomin', on his tiny plotthough he's in heaven's garden, down here he's still gota job to doand it's never throughsoft winds carry April seedworn hands bind autumn wheatriver to sea to rainlife's labor remainsit has a place for me and youall have a job to do(c)2005 Robert George