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Date: Sat, 04 Apr 1998 10:26:38 +0100
From: Andrew Lyon
The road ain t looked this good to me
In a couple of months or so
I ve been breaking ground, heading down
A hard road to hoe
I ve been farming dreams but I ain t seen
No harvest in L.A.
But there s time enough to win her back
I can t waste another day
A farmer I was born
And a farmer I will die
I want to plant my heels in a fertile field
And dry Rebecca s eyes
Well I couldn t work that desert dirt
And I thought my dreams were gone
But dreaming keeps on driving me
A little further on, yeah, a little further on
And all that time in California
It was just a waste of seed
I left everything I cared for
Neglected in the weeds
But my love for sweet Rebecca
Just keeps growing on and on
And it s time I bring the harvest home
Well I called Rebecca just last night
And I broke right down and cried
As soon as I heard her sweet voice
Across the great divide
In my dreams the grass was green
On Sunset Boulevard
But eleven hundred miles from now
I ll wake up in her arms, yeah, back home on the farm
And all that time in California
It was just a waste of seed
I left everything I cared for
Neglected in the weeds
But my love for sweet Rebecca
Just keeps growing on and on
And it s time I bring the harvest home
Yeah, my love for sweet Rebecca
Just keeps growing on and on
And it s time I bring the harvest home
( to fade)