Did you see, the leaves are turning red?
Old man Jan said "The trees are almost dead".
The crops are gone, even the rats have left.
Fingers crossed, breath held.

Planted these seeds, and hope that they will grow.
But hope won't help, when hope is all alone.
An empty stomach, is all we have to show
The cold is coming, that's why we have to go.
Back to the grind.

Did you hear, the boys reopened the mines.
The search for gold is the search for better times.
Don't dig too deep, or you fall into the fires of hell.
That's why is say "Fingers crossed, breath held".

Planted these seeds, and hope that they will grow.
But hope won't help, when hope is all alone.
An empty stomach, is all we have to show
The cold is coming, that's why we have to go.
Back to the grind.