Queen of the Furrows Lyrics

Win Toronto
yelled the Queen of the Furrows
This is how we farm
hens cluck and roosters crow
You are my heart
staring down from the bureau
To be apart?
is that why you have to go?

To "Conversation City"
everybody's talking
You must have something to say
"Conversation City"
makin' conversation
Working at it night and day

Watch yourself, I say to my toasted western
This is how I feel
And it is when I learn the most
you are my heart
You're my Queen of the Furrows
this is how i feel
hens cluck and roosters crow
i'm in the night fields
everything dark yellow
i'm making my way by feel
by my neighbour's glow

You are my heart
oh my Queen of the Furrows
This is how i farm
eyes up and ears down low
You are my heart
You're my Queen of the Furrows
this how i feel
Hens cluck and roosters crow
this is how i feel...
But in Conversation City
Everybody's talking
you must have something to say
Conversation city
making conversation
Working at it night and day

You are my heart
oh my Queen of the Furrows
This is how i farm
eyes up and ears down low
You are my heart
You're my Queen of the Furrows
this how i feel
Hens cluck and roosters crow

You are my heart
this is how i feel