Yellow Earth

The daughter works over ploughed hills
Not much grows there
The wind pelts the earth
And the sound
Is the sound of her hope and her dreams
Tied to the seasons' heartless rounds

And her house built into the hill
The millet stone she pushes slowly round in time
Yellow river that she's walked from hours away
To wash the old man's feet, sleep and hope for a change to come
Just wait for a change to come

There's no tears now as she walks over the earth
The man arranged for her to wed the ancient ways
And she leaves, out there the river is the hardest
Thing to cross
When you're gone
When you try to walk away
Just trying to walk away

Peacock flies over the river
River runs over the land
The land it works the village
And makes them tame