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I went under
Just to see what was there
(big harvest)
And it burned like thunder
With the weight of a world

I sold the weapons
And turned the greed to stone
(big harvest)
In the search for this new way
the lion sleeps at home

Where the love of a winter
Is best left for summer
And we built this land of the
Desperate and fallen
All in this new day
All in this new day
We throw out an anchor
And wait for the weather

Big harvest

I heard mountains
I had the beauty of vision
In the warmth of decision
By the light of a pool of true heaven

Higher than solace
And deeper than vengeance
(big harvest)
Lost in the pleasure
Of the bow and the arrow

There was faith in religion we
Took once too often
No cure for the sick
And the food for the dying
All in this new way
All in this new way of reaping

Big harvest

When I heard the mountains
I felt the blues of the city
(big harvest)
More than a promise
More than the news of the living

Where the love of a winter
Is best left for summer
And we built this land of the
desperate fallen
All in this new day
All in this new day
We throw out an anchor
And wait for the weather

Big harvest
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