Laurence Overmire - The Amish Girl lyrics

She stands there looking Gra** growing in fields at her feet The smell of dung wafts through the air A pitchfork stabbed into blackened soil Her blue eyes innocent and wise Ask questions from a mislaid book But I Cannot answer Sermons have no meaning here Where fences cleave the world in two A man emerges from the rear Dressed in black Hat beard and stern Grumbled words She must obey Turning at the door A quick glance Her eyes to mine A soft goodbye And she is gone... He stands there looking No riddles in the forbidding darkness of his stare And I must leave The graveled road Stretches before me Miles to go ‘Neath an open sky.