William Elliott Whitmore - Not Feeling Any Pain

The fields are plowed my work is through
now the day is done
nothing left to do
but toast the setting sun

I am not feeling any pain

Rain won't fall, crops can't grow
the seeds will not take root
if you reap just what you sow
come harvest time we'll see the proof

I am not feeling any pain

The money's gone the well's run dry
hard times have come again
my old horse he just won't die
his ribs are showing through the skin

I am not feeling any pain

My sweat and blood are spilling out
no bandages can mend
in my mind there is no doubt
that none of this trouble will ever end
I've had my days, had my doubts
of how this whole thing will play out
still I know that all I see
someday soon will cease to be
but I am not feeling any pain