Potter’s Field

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Erik Frandsen - Pop, Folk

Potter’s Field

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[Verse 1] Thirty days has September Thirty days in the sun April, June and November All these days on the run But you gotta stop somewhere 'Fore you're betrayed by the wheel Take my love by the hand For a walk down to potter's field [Verse 2] Thirty pieces of silver From a long-ago scheme That's the price that you kill for Fulfilling Jeremy's dream But it's all blood money Familiar friend at your meal But the flowers still bloom Every spring down at potter's field [Verse 3] Thirty years in youth's doorway For philosopher kings Thirty more that you work for The tombs retirement brings But you can't take it with you Every day that time steals And time in the end Puts us all down in potter's field [Verse 1] Thirty days has September Thirty days in the sun April, June and November All these days on the run But you gotta stop somewhere 'Fore you're betrayed by the wheel Take my love by the hand For a walk down to potter's field

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  • Jack Hardy