Love Toils the Land

The sun-drenched day stretched out her limbs
Across the sun-burnt fields and land.
With shiny sweat on sun-baked skin
Man toiled across the distant hill
To the porch where she stood waiting,
Standing fair in the shade so pale.

Where she stood waiting, fair and pale,
Indulging in whims, resting limbs,
Hormone levels never waiting -
Fluctuating like heat on land.
Expecting him from o'er the hill
To the shade that cooled off her skin.

To the shade that cooled off her skin
He came soon to his wife so pale;
From toiling across distant hill
With heavy feet and weary limbs,
Toiling the hill upon his land
To the porch where she stood waiting.

To the porch where she stood waiting
In the shade with her cooled off skin,
Her fears and hopes in distant land
Standing fair in the shade so pale
To wait for him with laboured limbs
Who was toiling a distant hill.

He'd work all day across the hill,
While she sat in the shade waiting
Till he returned with weary limbs
And sweat on his labour-spent skin.
She who bore his child, fair and pale,
Waited as he worked fields and land.

Far from her people, from her land,
She lived on land, in dale, on hill.
Bearing his child so fair and pale
In the shade where she stood waiting
While sweat was on labour-spent skin
To provide for her resting limbs.

Love toils the land with weary limbs
Pale sweat is on labour-spent skin
O'er dale and hill she keeps waiting.