Gorgeous story and song and singing. Thank you, Anais Mitchell. The American work ethic destroys our lives. We work from dawn to dusk and can't take care of ourselves or our families properly. Time to change Federal labor laws. Now.
Said the shepherd to his wife The crop of hay is cut and dried I'll bale it up and bring it in Before the coming storm begins "Go", she said, "And beat the storm And then there is another chore Today the baby will be born You'll take me to the hospital" Said the shepherd, "If it's true 'Twere better if I stayed with you I'd rather let the harvest go And hasten to the hospital" "Nay", she told him, "I'll be fine We both have laboring to do You do yours and I'll do mine And the babe will wait till the work is through" The shepherd rode the yellow rows The clouds above and the fields below Until the bales had all been tied Then homeward turned to find his wife The sweat was wet upon her brow Her breath it cameth laboredly And then the rain was coming down Upon the fields of yellow hay Said the shepherd, "It's no use The rain will surely win the race 'Twere better if we let it fall And hurry to the hospital" "Go", she said, "And work with haste And bring the bales into the barn Else the crop will go to waste And the babe will wait till the work is done" The shepherd drove into the storm And to and from the yellow barn Till half the bales were safely in Then went to find his wife again How many times her name he called And no replying would she make Her breath it cameth not at all She would not rise from where she lay The storm was o'er within the hour The shepherd saw the sun come out The shepherd's wife saw ne'er again He buried her and the babe within He turned the seed into the ground He brought the flock to feed thereon He held the cleaver and the plow And the shepherd's work was never done
So moving and beautiful, likewise can't wait for the new album! Expecting to smile and cry and gasp and sigh and be transformed, as with all her previous albums. .
Said the shepherd to his wife The crop of hay is cut and dried I'll bail it up and bring it in, Before the coming storm begins Go, she said, and beat the storm And then there is another chore Today the baby will be born, You'll take me to the hospital Said the shepherd, if it's true, 'Twere better if I stayed with you I'd rather let the harvest go, And hasten to the hospital Nay, she told him, I'll be fine, We both have laboring to do You do yours and I'll do mine, And the babe will wait 'til the work is through The shepherd rode the yellow rows, The clouds above and the field below Until the bails had all been tied, Then home returned to find his wife The sweat was wet upon her brow, Her breath it cameth labouredly And then the rain was coming down, Upon the field of yellow hay Said the shepherd, it's no use, The rain will surely win the race 'Twere better if we let it fall, And hurry to the hospital Go, she said, and work with haste, And bring the bails into the barn Else the crop will go to waste, And the babe will wait 'til the work is done The shepherd drove into the storm, And to and from the yellow barn 'Til half the bails were safely in, Then went to find his wife again How many times her name he called, And no replying would she make Her breath it cameth not at all, She would not rise from where she lay The storm was o'er within the hour, The shepherd saw the sun come out The shepherd's wife saw ne'er again, He buried her and the babe within He turned the seed into the ground, He brought the flock to feed thereon He held the cleaver and the plow, And the shepherd's work was never done
So gorgeous. I bought the album a week or two and it's an absolute beauty from start to finish. If you like this song, you'll love this album. @Dasschweigendilemma, I seriously think it's better than Hadestown.
The man on the album cover is her father when he was 30 (she wrote the album when she was 30).
Make me cry in the middle of the day.
Gorgeous story and song and singing. Thank you, Anais Mitchell. The American work ethic destroys our lives. We work from dawn to dusk and can't take care of ourselves or our families properly. Time to change Federal labor laws. Now.
shut the fuck up. You missed the point of the song hippy.
@@BobrLovr it is you who misunderstands, kid.
Chills run down my spine. So gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One of my all time favorite song..been listening almost everyday since 2013
Said the shepherd to his wife
The crop of hay is cut and dried
I'll bale it up and bring it in
Before the coming storm begins
"Go", she said, "And beat the storm
And then there is another chore
Today the baby will be born
You'll take me to the hospital"
Said the shepherd, "If it's true
'Twere better if I stayed with you
I'd rather let the harvest go
And hasten to the hospital"
"Nay", she told him, "I'll be fine
We both have laboring to do
You do yours and I'll do mine
And the babe will wait till the work is through"
The shepherd rode the yellow rows
The clouds above and the fields below
Until the bales had all been tied
Then homeward turned to find his wife
The sweat was wet upon her brow
Her breath it cameth laboredly
And then the rain was coming down
Upon the fields of yellow hay
Said the shepherd, "It's no use
The rain will surely win the race
'Twere better if we let it fall
And hurry to the hospital"
"Go", she said, "And work with haste
And bring the bales into the barn
Else the crop will go to waste
And the babe will wait till the work is done"
The shepherd drove into the storm
And to and from the yellow barn
Till half the bales were safely in
Then went to find his wife again
How many times her name he called
And no replying would she make
Her breath it cameth not at all
She would not rise from where she lay
The storm was o'er within the hour
The shepherd saw the sun come out
The shepherd's wife saw ne'er again
He buried her and the babe within
He turned the seed into the ground
He brought the flock to feed thereon
He held the cleaver and the plow
And the shepherd's work was never done
Her ethereal voice lifts my spirits. Bless her.
when you are talented you only need your voice your guitar and a good story!
So moving and beautiful, likewise can't wait for the new album! Expecting to smile and cry and gasp and sigh and be transformed, as with all her previous albums. .
what a sad song..so beautifully sung.
One of the best shows of the year.
This is absolutely spectacular
Beautiful!
So incredibly emotional! I love this one ❤
Still listening
to be in love with some songs, is to be in love at all. sometimes.
This could be greatest song ever written
Perfection...
Fabulous Talent!!...in my opinion!!
Said the shepherd to his wife
The crop of hay is cut and dried
I'll bail it up and bring it in,
Before the coming storm begins
Go, she said, and beat the storm
And then there is another chore
Today the baby will be born,
You'll take me to the hospital
Said the shepherd, if it's true,
'Twere better if I stayed with you
I'd rather let the harvest go,
And hasten to the hospital
Nay, she told him, I'll be fine,
We both have laboring to do
You do yours and I'll do mine,
And the babe will wait 'til the work is through
The shepherd rode the yellow rows,
The clouds above and the field below
Until the bails had all been tied,
Then home returned to find his wife
The sweat was wet upon her brow,
Her breath it cameth labouredly
And then the rain was coming down,
Upon the field of yellow hay
Said the shepherd, it's no use,
The rain will surely win the race
'Twere better if we let it fall,
And hurry to the hospital
Go, she said, and work with haste,
And bring the bails into the barn
Else the crop will go to waste,
And the babe will wait 'til the work is done
The shepherd drove into the storm,
And to and from the yellow barn
'Til half the bails were safely in,
Then went to find his wife again
How many times her name he called,
And no replying would she make
Her breath it cameth not at all,
She would not rise from where she lay
The storm was o'er within the hour,
The shepherd saw the sun come out
The shepherd's wife saw ne'er again,
He buried her and the babe within
He turned the seed into the ground,
He brought the flock to feed thereon
He held the cleaver and the plow,
And the shepherd's work was never done
Beautiful
My heart is being ripped asunder
the photo is of her father Don Mitchell, a shepherd and film/literature/writing professor at Middlebury College
pumped for this album, just pre-ordered.
you need to tour more and do the northeast..
Mitchell Shepard? YOU FUCKED UP MY FACE *BAM*
Fantastico
Sad! Emotional song.
So gorgeous. I bought the album a week or two and it's an absolute beauty from start to finish. If you like this song, you'll love this album.
@Dasschweigendilemma, I seriously think it's better than Hadestown.
@SummerAirFire your right i should be
Is that an Alto flute I hear?
Sara Bareilles brought me here. ♥
La puta madre, qué temazo.
@IPyroAngel u should be talking
@Dasschweigendilemma Can't you already tell? I can :)
Wie Kiri das Ding hier geflippt hat, wird nie einer hören oder verstehen. Es ist eine absolute Schande.
@IPyroAngel WTF??