The Doing Is Done

Yes, now the doing Oh, the doing is done Your father's made by his daughter A mother made by her son And oh, in the darkness I feel I would stay But the darkness of the night Was made by the day And I wait, I wait She draw rum and I stayed the same Well I was lost in the rushing And you were lost in the rain And asking 'How many miles in the making?' And 'How many makers in the wine?' When a mother's made by her daughter And a father made by his son And we laugh at it Oh, where could I go? Yes, I'll be there Oh, where could I go? Oh, now the doing is done Your father's made by his daughter A mother made by her son And will I be there? Oh, where could I go? Yes, I'll be there Oh, where could I go? Let us live full cost Off the woods Off the darkness Let's put on The armour of life Let us pour honesty As in the day