[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Now that autumn is returning and the garden fires are burning
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And the summer beasts are learning how to cope with shorter days
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There I labour all alone, piling stone upon the stone
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Feeling just a touch of sadness as the summer slips away
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As I roll the stone upon the stone
[Verse]
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Working in the frosty weather when the stones are stuck together
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Lifting divots, soil and heather as I prise them from the ground
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Not a lot of work gets done, till the weak and wintry sun
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Loosens up their icy grip and I can lay me hammer down
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As I roll the stone upon the stone
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The barometer is falling and the forecast is appalling
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And the working folk are crawling through the January storm
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Gales 8 to 10 all day, all but blow the stones away
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And my brain has turned to porridge by the time I head for home
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As I roll the stone upon the stone
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Now the winter gales are ending and the days are soon extending
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And an early lark ascending, has me looking round for spring
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Stones taken from the land are warm under the hand
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And my cup is running over with the pleasure of the thing
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As I roll the stone upon the stone
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Soon the wall is moving over belts of willow, herb and clover
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And the weasel and the plover watch me slowly pass them by
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And the air is full of wings, as a million stinging things
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Set me longing for November in the middle of July
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As I roll the stone upon the stone