Russian Farmer's Song - Keane

I watched you walking

Late in the day

Where old men were talking

Binding up the hay

I watched you drinking

Shutting your eyes and thinking

Late in the day

You were signalling with your hands

Going, going out of my way

You’re out of my way

Where you’re banging on hollow land

A hunter-gatherer and blowing

Blowing out of the rain

In out of the rain

After several uneventful days

We gathered all the faithful

To come and have their say

Drinking, greeting

Sellers and farmers meeting

Late in the day

You were signalling with your hand

Going, going out of my way

You’re out of my way

Where you’re banging on hollow land

A hunter-gatherer and blowing

Blowing out of the rain

In out of the rain

I wish all my words were unsaid

I wish all my words were unsaid

If I could eat my words, would I be standing here?

Biting my tongue and feeling so young

In the summer, when the rain begins

Better hurry, don’t bide your time

Better get all your winter things

Better gather, don’t bide your time

In the summer, when the rain begins

Better hurry, don’t bide your time

Better get all your winter things

Better gather, don’t bide your time