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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