Major Barbara by Aerosmith
Major
Major Barbara sits in the fields
And waits for her crops to grow
She sits in a chair
She made out of wood
So many, many years ago
Major, why don't they grow
You've given' them water and hope
Major, why won't they grow
She waits all day
And hopes through the night
For a new day that might show
A bright yellow sun
That'll make the crops come
And let the old days go
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