Текст песни Cabinet — The Old Farmer’s Mill

There's wind blowing high on the mountain
There's trees growing high on the hill
And I'm standing in the tall grass
On the old farmer's mill

It was on this land that I labored
It was here I waited until
That old time box struck four o' clock
On the old farmer's mill

Getting drunk behind the silo
Drinking moonshine fresh from the still
And I can't seem to find my way back to
The old farmer's mill

There's black birds singing on the phone wire
There's wolves rearing to kill
That old big buck who got stuck in the muck
On the old farmer's mill

At the bottom of old Nebo swamp
You can always catch your fill
Hook a catfish, snag a muskie
On the old farmer's mill

It was on this land that I labored
Split logs just for the thrill
I'm dreaming in the tall grass
On the old farmer's mill

There's wind blowing high on the mountain
There's trees growing high on the hill
And I'm standing in the tall grass
On the old farmer's mill

On the old farmer's mill