Christopher Miller

Lyrics

The Plough And The Cross

Follow the furrow
The plough and the cross
There's a light in the sky
That will never be lost
Don't believe in money
Don't make it your king
Just believe
In the crop
We plant every Spring
Take heed of the wind
That blows through the trees
And the love
In the hearts
Of your Gramma and me

You can believe in the stones
That cut your bare feet
Don't be fooled
Into thinking
What's tempting is sweet
And don't believe in a rain cloud
Until you get wet
Or try to foretell
How much rain we might get
We'll receive what we're given
And hope it provides
A good crop in the bottom
That we'll need to survive

What is right is so always
That wrong must be wrong
And the day of a fool
Always seems twice as long
And the good news will be tainted
By Satan's black tricks
So on the Friday before Easter
Clutch your crucifix
And thirty three prayers
Might be said for your soul
And rejoice if you can hear
The stone when it rolls

Keep alive in your heart
All of your memories
The bitter
The better
They help you to see
There's a light in the sky
That will never be lost
If you follow the furrow
The plough and the cross