Father forgive us the sins of our youth
When our hearts were still soft and our eyes were still new
Fridays are my days and your days are blue
And heaven ain't too far away
Farmers remember the love that we shared
When our harvests were full and the weather was fair
Seems that the seasons are keeping us here
And heaven ain't going nowhere
Starving out of a garden
Started fallin on my own
Full on to the mother lode
Livin inside the fences
Defenses feeling the farthest foes
It's cold out when the weather blows
And it blows
Father forgive us the sins of our youth
When our offerings faltered and haunted our view
Streamline the divine
The peace sign I do
And heaven is all around you
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