Working Alone/A Blessing Songtext / Lyric

Working alone in the evening sun

A man and two horses come

Pulling a plough on the far hillside

Till day is done

And the sun has died

And leaves are turning yellow

In my hair

…in my hair



And as time passes through my hands

I know one day I'll be that man

The horse's eye is full of trust

And easy humor in the dust

I love the horse and I love the earth

The lonely plough is giving birth

And leaves are turning yellow

In my hair

…in my hair






And now I am a great big man

I work alone far from that land

The plough moves deep inside my veins

But someone else now holds the reins

The shadow steals across the hill

And falls upon the paper mill

The men inside come streaming out

And the valley echoes with their shout

Echoes in the lonely bars

And by the silent reservoir

And leaves are turning yellow

In my hair

…in my hair

…turning yellow in my hair

…turning yellow in my hair

…turning yellow in my hair

…turning yellow in my hair



Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass

And the eyes of those two Indian ponies

Darken with kindness

They have gladly come out of the willows

To welcome my friend and me

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture

Where they have been grazing all day, alone

They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their

Happiness that we have come

They bow shyly as wet swans.

They love each other.

There is no loneliness like theirs

At home once more,

They begin munching the young tufts

Of spring in the darkness

I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,

For she has walked over to me

And nuzzled my left hand

She is black and white

Her mane falls wild on her forehead

And the light breeze moves me

To caress her long ear

That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist

Suddenly I realize

That if I stepped out of my body

I would break in the blossom