The great yardsweeper, the great yardsweeper
In fields of the infinite dew
The great yardsweeper, the greatest, ah-ah, atkumada
They're gonna catch us only if we are going to run
They're gonna find us only if we will hide in the shade
They have no power upon what is rightfully yours
They wouldn't touch you again, they wouldn't touch you again
The great yardsweeper, the great yardsweeper
In fields of an infinite dew
The great yard-keeper, the greatest, ah-ah, atkumada
Eternal dusk of times on one side of the night
The greatest of mornings elsewhere….
