(Peter Paul & Mary)
My seed is sown now, my field is plowed. My
flesh is bone now, my back is bowed.
So hurry sundown; be on your way. And
hurry me a sun-up from this beat-up
sundown day. Hurry down sundown, be on
your way. Weave me tomorrow out of
Tomorrow's breeze now, blows clear and loud. I'm
off my knees now, I'm standing proud.
My sorrow song now, just must break through.
That brave new dawn now, long overdue.
Hurry down sundown, get thee begone . Get
lost is the sunrise of a new dawn. Hurry down
sundown , take the old day, Wrap it in new
dreams, send it my way, Send it my way, send it