Fields and Factories - Gravy Train

On the hills, I see the corn is swiftly growing

In the gardens, trees are barren of their fruits

Bathed in sunshine, peasants toil, their labor showing

In the glory of the ever-healing roots

Well, I’m feeling

That it’s all right, now!

Yes, I’m feeling

It’s all right… now!

Anyway…

On the land, 'neath a million rays of sunshine

Stands the secret of the mirror-colored (?) life

Lying peacefully, the soil in all the sunshine

Lend its strength to the simplicity of life

Well, I’m feeling

That it’s all right, now!

Yes, I’m feeling

It’s all right… now!

Anyway…

A simple symphony, a tale without an ending

But the beauty of that spirit couldn’t last

Revolution bred machineries of power

Could revolution turn the tide back to the past?

Well, I’m feeling

That it’s all right, now!

Yes, I’m feeling

It’s all right… now!

Anyway…

I see a giant hand descending from above my head

And suddenly, there’s factories for rent, now you’re dead

A man is just a number on a perforated card

Your personality is lost, is this a just reward?

Revolution, revolution

A man who’s sucking all your blood will work you very hard

In the news, they’re wasting (?), toiling for a crust of bread

Only hoping that their children now will all be fed

The factory mole of today is ever wanted more

Deep inside, his greedy hand is like a clutching claw

Revolution, revolution

Has the one reward he should be working for been lost?

A simple symphony, a tale without an ending

But the beauty of that spirit couldn’t last

Revolution bred machineries of power

Could revolution turn the tide back to the past?

Well, I’m feeling

That it’s all right, now!

Yes, I’m feeling

It’s all right… now!

Anyway…