Letra de Flour In The Wind
Cold misty winter, late afternoon The time is short, is running low On the river's surface, appears a mill It sunk a long, long time agoThe old, lame miller goes ashore I know what he's searching forDeath, pain, agony Famin is spread all through the land Death, pain, agony The white fog is carried by the airPale, bony fingers search through the fields They scratch out nourishing seed The wicked miller fills his bags With all the stolen winter wheatHe grinds the corn and flour fills the air Flour turns to fog bringing hunger and dispairDeath, pain, agony Famin is spread all through the land Death, pain, agony The white fog is carried by the airEverytime when this fog appears There'll be no harvest only hunger and tearsDeath, pain, agony Famin is spread all through the land Death, pain, agony The white fog is carried by the air