The Farmer's Mistress

Was the farmer still sleeping

 With his wife by his side

 When you left in the morning

 Did you kiss him goodbye

 And go out in the fields

 With tears in your eyes

 Did you open every door for him

 And close it with a bow

 Did you wipe away the rain

 And the sweat from his brow

 When you were out in the fields

 And you couldn’t pull the plough

 And you tore your dress

 And he said who would want to dance 

 With the farmer's mistress

 But she danced like a straw

 Blowin’ in the harvest breeze

 Bare feet on the floor

 And a grass stain on her knee

 Yeah she danced like she was free

 With a fierce and defiant wind

 That billowed in her sails

 And the farmers' life was nestled

 In the dirt beneath her nails

 And the scars on her hands

 Told many a tale

 And it started with a kiss

 And he said who would want a kiss

 From the farmer's mistress

 Did you promise you would lie

 When you ran into his wife

 When you locked him in the barn

 Was he begging for his life

 Did you give him the key

 Or the edge of your knife

 And beneath the English summer-time

 Stars as they collide

 I see the fury in her flame

 I see the temper in her eyes

 And you just couldn’t miss

 That thorn in her side

 And he said who would want a dance

 Who would want a kiss

 And she said who would ever guess

 It was the farmer’s mistress