What was tiring and boring Now seems like a sacred practice Hail came hammering and pouring Shone a light on long old nights of patience practice The sun is high and mighty We see you walk away Tired and worn out Wasn't to be our day Tree no longer bearing fruit yet I'm still waiting For the dull yet mighty thudding So lazy and dead-legged Too busy dreaming, missed the harvest Stayed home with my empty basket The sun is high and mighty We see you walk away Tired and worn out Wasn't to be our day The sun is high and mighty We see you walk away Tired and worn out Wasn't to be our day