Boy de Arno Carstens

It was day it was night it was winter and rain
summer and spring and then back again
it was the come to me come to methe mother the child, i won't know my eyes were too wild
she said here we farm with feelings with hands we turn the soil
it's a gamble gamble gambling
wishful sound of joy
he is my
it was the father forever the mother so clever
i can tell i can tell he will do so well
they branded me father marksman and king lord over planets of which children dream
she said here we farm with feelings with hands we turn the soil
it's a gamble gamble gambling
wishful sound of joy
he is my
it was day it was night it was winter and rain
summer and spring and then back again
in 24 hours in 24 years i have grown older with my well-oiled gears
she said here we farm with feelings with hands we turn the soil
it's a gamble gamble gambling
wishful sound of joy
he is my