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In my heart I can still feel

 Every turn of the tractor wheel

 But as furrows cut across the hillside

Over the fields in the sunshine

 And it hurt but I still grew

 With every clumsy punch I threw

 Up in anger at the empty summer sky

I saw the world from the underside

 And when the worm began to turn

 As it squirmed in the palm of my hand

 I began to understand

 Why it is the worm forgives the plough

In my heart I can still feel

Every turn of the tractor wheel

As we cower in the shadow of the plough

Chewing us up and spitting us out

As we fall our way back down

Into the earth and underground

I discover that even a little worm

Has its ways of taking revenge on the world

And when the worm began to turn

As it squirmed in the palm of my hand

I began to understand

Why it is the worm forgives the plough

Why it is the worm forgives the plough