The tough morning, The grief-filled house, A field left Half ploughed up. The whole life is the shift, The work - the price, A rock hits you, You leave a wife, behind. The furrow has been dragged for the last time. The furrow / the furrow, has been dragged. The furrow has been dragged for the last time. The furrow / the furrow, for the last (time). A miner got killed Fright tightens the throat, As life rolls like a river Over the hearts that went cold. The whole life is a moment, But a shift in a big assingment, One's scream is but a moan That softly fades away. The furrow has been dragged for the last time. The furrow / the furrow, has been dragged. The furrow has been dragged for the last time. The furrow / the furrow, for the last (time).