Russian Farmer's Song

I watched you walking Late in the day Where old men were talking Binding up the hay I watched you drinking Shutting your eyes and thinking Late in the day You were signalling with your hands Going going out of my way You're out of my way Where you're banging on hollow land A hunter gatherer and Blowing blowing out of the rain In out of the rain After several uneventful days We gathered all the faithful To come and have their say Drinking greeting Sellers and farmers meeting Late in the day You were signalling with your hand Going going out of my way You're out of my way Where you're banging on hollow land A hunter gatherer and Blowing blowing out of the rain In out of the rain I wish all my words were unsaid I wish all my words were unsaid If I could eat my words would I be standing here Biding my time and feeling so young In the summer when the rain begins Better hurry don't bide your time Better get all your winter things Better gather don't bide your time In the summer when the rain begins Better hurry don't bide your time Better get all your winter things Better gather don't bide your time