I’ve been scared and bartered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has froze me, sun has baked me. Looks like between’em They done true to make me stop laughing; stop loving; stop lovin’__ But I don’t care ! I’m still here!
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain; My crop of corn is but a folder of tears; And all my good is but vain, a hope of grain; The day is past, and yet I saw no sun; And now I live, and now my life is done.
My take was heard, and yet it wasn’t told; My fruit has fallen but my leaves are green, My youth is spent and yet I’m not old; I saw the world, and yet I wasn’t seen; My thread is set, and yet it is not spun; And now I live, and now my life is done.
I sought my death and found it in my womb, I looked for life, and saw it was a shade; I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb; And now I die and now but made: My glass is full, and now my glass is run; And now I live, and now my life is done.