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Will It Grow (tradução)

Jakob Dylan


Ele vai crescer


I made a promise to not let go


Our tug of war has only made me want you more


Steeped in hard luck and doomed to roam


My love is braver than you know


My forefathers they worked this land


And I was schooled in the tyranny of nature's plans


Dressed in thunder a cloud came round

In the shape of a lion a hand came down




Damn this valley


Damn this cold


Take so long to let me know


It's plant and reap and plow and sow


But tell me will it grow




Dig my ditches in the golden sun


I'd be robbing these trains if I could catch me one


Sunday Monday now Tuesday's gone


Got me stone cold sober n a drought so long


Boarded mansions and ghost filled yards


There's a boy in a water tower counting cars


Steel traps open and empty stalls


There's a well-worn saddle but the horse is gone




Damn this valley


Damn this cold


Take so long to let me know


It's plant and reap and plow and sow


But tell me will it grow




Jet black starlit midnight rolls

I am down in the garden where I let go


Here on the surface the earth looks round


But it's a godless city of cold flat ground




Damn this valley


Damn this cold


Take so long to let me know


It's plant and reap and plow and sow


But tell me will it grow

Will It Grow


I made a promise to not let go


Our tug of war has only made me want you more


Steeped in hard luck and doomed to roam


My love is braver than you know


My forefathers they worked this land


And I was schooled in the tyranny of nature's plans


Dressed in thunder a cloud came round

In the shape of a lion a hand came down




Damn this valley


Damn this cold


Take so long to let me know


It's plant and reap and plow and sow


But tell me will it grow




Dig my ditches in the golden sun


I'd be robbing these trains if I could catch me one


Sunday Monday now Tuesday's gone


Got me stone cold sober n a drought so long


Boarded mansions and ghost filled yards


There's a boy in a water tower counting cars


Steel traps open and empty stalls


There's a well-worn saddle but the horse is gone




Damn this valley


Damn this cold


Take so long to let me know


It's plant and reap and plow and sow


But tell me will it grow




Jet black starlit midnight rolls

I am down in the garden where I let go


Here on the surface the earth looks round


But it's a godless city of cold flat ground




Damn this valley


Damn this cold


Take so long to let me know


It's plant and reap and plow and sow


But tell me will it grow


Compositor: Jakob Dylan
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