The Crimson Handcart
Beat
I dig and I hide in secret
Beat
I gather with fierce bravery
Beat
I bring the body with respect
Beat
I cover the grave with Care
A crimson handcart pushed with speed
Like the rush of s facing steed
Oh,we hear a loud,wild song
As the two-,wheeled chariot flies
Along_
Flying fast to plant the seeds
Buried deep for unspoken deeds
Beat
I dig and I hide in secret
Beat
I gather with fierce bravery
Beat
I bury the body with respect
Beat
I cover the grave with care
Asher Chipu
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