morgan geer

Love Looks Like a Master

Love looks like a master and I a slave

The wheel keeps turning faster still I drive around this ball and chain

Put your heart to the grindstone

 

No rest for the wicked, sleeping is for saints

No breaks, strikes or pickets, no if’s, no buts no aint’s

Put your heart to the grindstone

Put your heart to the grindstone

 

Love looks like a master and I a slave

Those pillars of alabaster are waiting for me one sweet day

Put your heart to the grindstone

Put your heart to the grindstone

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