Lay me down beneath the earth,
And I won’t care if I’m buried
Or sown,
So long as your hands hold the shovel.
Pour the rain down on me,
And I won’t care if I’m baptized
Or drowned,
So long as your hands hold me under.
Cut me down when harvest comes,
Be it for the burning
Or the barn,
So long as your hands gather me.
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