the call of the wild on the farmhouse where the babe was born
it's all a sign from God to stay here and wait
the sound of the fury from the wind whipping up this storm
reminded me to close the wooden gate
and when two lovers meet up
in the back of the truck
a man can't wait
a woman's out of luck
call him out over the golden wheat
tell him he can't come inside
until a ring takes shape, the flowers by your feet
must stay alive
the crows are endangered of being scared when the noise is heard
they'll fly away and make their nests
they've never heard such turmoil, such rounded sharp words
they think about the way the two undress
and when two lover's agree
that there's no time to be
so petrified
they're both so meek
call him out over the golden wheat
tell him he can't come inside
until a ring takes shape, the flowers by your feet
must stay alive
the riverside is left alone when they come crawling back
that's not they way they left at all
the day the Christ was born they found an abandoned shack
and made the summer's heat invade the fall
call him out over the golden wheat
tell him he can't come inside
until a ring takes shape, the flowers by your feet
must stay alive
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