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