Don't want to be here
When the reaper comes
Don't wanna hear his machine no more
Don't care where hes goin'
Where he's from
I just gotta be away from here

Tired of the rising
Tired of the felling
Forgotten the moon
The sunshine too
Seems all my friends
Be ripe for plantin'
Listen my friend
Good luck to you

Woman in the field
Baby on her shoulder
Kids in trouble
World gone bad
I hope shе picks you
Sweet and swiftly
Seems the least she ought to do