David an old farmer

David an old farmer fumbling on the pavement
Looks on his paddy field, on torment
Oh; alighting flashes all of a sudden
Tramples the poor man’s mind and saddens

All his paddy in deep drown
Mind in sorrowful saga
How mightier comes the rain drops
Who is there to save his crops?

No mind to care this rain coming from eyes
No plea to do him favours of soothes
Paddy gives him deep down debt
Prayer comes no sooth his heart

Time to arise is utmost
Turn to paddy with a care
They give us life and blood
Give them coins of love for life.