Iron blade meets heavy clay,
Turning dark brown earth away.
Foot upon the metal edge,
Sinking deeper past the hedge.
Pile the soil up high and neat,
Sweat is dropping near my feet.
What was hidden, what was lost,
Measured by a dusty cost—
Just a circle in the ground,
Where the quiet dark is found.
Baba, come back any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Baba, come back (baba, come), you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can't live without you
Baba, come back

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