American Ethnographers - On the Threshing Floor Lyrics

That widow's not from here
She's poor but shows no fear
Say, foreman, look away
From standing sheaves, I pray
Where you stay, I'll stay
Been bitterer for you
Now one where once was two
Sop up the sour wine
Her man was of his line
Where you die, I'll die
On the threshing floor
Come on, baby, make me scream for more
Make me tremble to my very core
On the threshing floor
The barley, men will reap
Till overcome with sleep
With perfume and a bath
Pens husband's epitaph
Winnow off the chaff
At midnight, so discrete
She lay down at his feet
He woke up to a dream
Her lands he will redeem
What I reap you glean
On the threshing floor
Swept with fervor like you're waging war
Bellow deeply like a lion's roar
On the threshing floor
On the threshing floor
Come on, baby, make me scream for more
Make me tremble to my very core
On the threshing floor
On the threshing floor
Swept with fervor like you're waging war
Bellow deeply like a lion's roar
On the threshing floor