I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes. I slept on the ground in the light of the moon. On the edge of the city you'll see us and then, we come with the dust and we go with the wind.
worked, peaches, slept, ground, light, edge, city, see, us
We give our dead To the orchards And the groves. We give our dead To life.
We, give, our, dead, groves, life
A slow singer , but loading each phrase With history ’s overtones, love , joy And grief learned by his dark tribe In other orchards and passed on Instinctively as they are now, But fresh always with new tears .
slow, singer, loading, phrase, history, overtones, love, joy, grief