Beneath gum tree and moonlight,
we bought a piece of land
Had a slab hut and a decent ballast stand
But I woke up this morning,
my sweet river girl was gone
Her wed ding ring, her summer dress
I tracked her to the sandy gate
where she did saddle up and ride
with stag out at her side
Lord, I'm sorry for all my dust
I've ploughed to the ground
And I'm sorry that I used your name
when she left me in despair
this is the plowman's prayer
I left him lying there this morning,
he was sleeping like a log
I wouldn't be bashed and beaten
and towed down to you like a dog
You know I've had that all my life,
the fists, the words, and pain
He can think about it while
Yeah, I'll hock that horse
And I'll go back up the river
on the Rodney or the Clare
I'll find a friend, I'll start again,
I'm through with men, Lord,
Lord, I'm sorry for all my dust
for all your creatures up
And I'm sorry that I used your name
when you left me in despair
this is the plowman's prayer
this is the plowman's prayer