 Oh my love is a tall and a handsome man, the best you'll see,
And he's gone away to the plantation to pick coffee.
The recruiter says he won't come back, I must no longer bide,
But I'm waiting here until the day of the lorry ride.
'Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone,
I'll dream a dream that'll never end, 'til he comes home.
The recruiter said the odds are low, the work's so hard,
And he won't get through the long hard night, the hours after dark,
And that in the fields he'll breath the fumes of the death insecticide
And even still he won't survive the lorry ride.
'Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone,
I'll dream a dream that'll never end, 'til he comes home.
Oh my love he must work a twelve hour day beneath the sun
And he's working there for three long months-that's when he's done.
And he'll sleep beside a dying man who's weeping from the burns.
I fear my love won't be so young when he returns.
'Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone,
I'll dream a dream that'll never end, 'til he comes home.
'Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone,
I'll dream a dream that'll never end, 'til he comes home.
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