The Tragically Hip Queen of the Furrows song lyrics
The Tragically Hip Queen of the Furrows song lyrics
"Win Toronto," yelled the Queen of the Furrows
"This is how we farm, hens cluck and roosters crow
You are my heart, staring down from the bureau
To be apart, is that why you have to go?"
To Conversation City, everybody's talking
You must have something to say
Conversation City, making conversation
Working at it night and day
"Watch yourself," I say to my Toasted Western
"This is how I feel, and it's when I learn the most
You are my heart, you're my Queen of the Furrows
This is how I feel, hens cluck and roosters crow"
I'm in the night fields
Everything dark yellow
I'm making my way by feel
By my neighbour's glow
You are my heart, oh my Queen of the Furrows
This is how I farm, eyes up and ears down low
You are my heart, you're my Queen of the Furrows
This how I feel, hens cluck and roosters crow
This is how I feel
But in Conversation City, everybody's talking
You must have something to say
Conversation City, making conversation
Working at it night and day
You are my heart, oh my Queen of the Furrows
This is how I farm, eyes up and ears down low
You are my heart, you're my Queen of the Furrows
This how I feel, hens cluck and roosters crow
You are my heart
This is how I feel
You are my heart
This is how I feel
You are my heart
This is how I feel
This is how I feel
This is how I feel
This is how I feel
This is how I feel
This is how I feel
This is how I feel