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Oh my love is a tall and a handsome man, the best you'll see, |
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And he's gone away to the plantation to pick coffee. |
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The recruiter says he won't come back, I must no longer bide, |
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But I'm waiting here until the day of the lorry ride. |
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'Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone, |
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I'll dream a dream that'll never end, 'til he comes home. |
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The recruiter said the odds are low, the work's so hard, |
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And he won't get through the long hard night, the hours after dark, |
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And that in the fields he'll breath the fumes of the death insecticide |
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And even still he won't survive the lorry ride. |
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'Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone, |
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I'll dream a dream that'll never end, 'til he comes home. |
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Oh my love he must work a twelve hour day beneath the sun |
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And he's working there for three long months-that's when he's done. |
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And he'll sleep beside a dying man who's weeping from the burns. |
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I fear my love won't be so young when he returns. |
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'Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone, |
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I'll dream a dream that'll never end, 'til he comes home. |
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'Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone, |
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I'll dream a dream that'll never end, 'til he comes home. |
