Ploughing out Part 1 Lyrics

Once I heard the reason
To fall outside of season
A gentle, gentle coast
Towards the lookout post
On the last day of the year
I'm just happy to be here
Looking at the leaves of time
In my mind

In my mind
Plans are real
Ploughing out
Across the fields
Holding court
For miles around
Finding out
It's only sound

Once I heard the handle
It's part strong out the tangos
The gentle, gentle shift
Sent toward him tender drift
And on the worst day of his life
He'd still love more things than I like
Taping melodies of times
In his mind

In his mind
Plans are real
Ploughing out
Across the fields
Holding court
For miles around
Finding out
It's only sound