Tragically Hip - Queen Of The Furrows lyrics

Win Toronto, yelled the Queen of the Furrows This is how we farm, hens cluck and roosters crow You are my heart, staring down from the bureau To be apart, is that why you have to go To Conversation City, everybody's talking You must have something to say Conversation City, making conversation Working at it night and day Watch yourself, I say to my Toasted Western This is how I feel and it's when I learn the most You are my heart, you're my Queen of the Furrows This is how I feel, hens cluck and roosters crow I'm in the night fields Everything dark yellow I'm making my way by feel By my neighbor's glow You are my heart, oh my Queen of the Furrows This is how I farm, eyes up and ears down low You are my heart, you're my Queen of the Furrows This how I feel, hens cluck and roosters crow This is how I feel But in Conversation City, everybody's talking You must have something to say Conversation City, making conversation Working at it night and day You are my heart, oh my Queen of the Furrows This is how I farm, eyes up and ears down low You are my heart, you're my Queen of the Furrows This how I feel, hens cluck and roosters crow You are my heart, this is how I feel This is how I feel