BRING IT TO THE END

I AM THE SEASON OF THE WET GRASS

GREEN IS THE COLOR OF MY HOME

I WILL LEAVE IT LIKE A GYPSY,

IN OCTOBER I WILL ROAM

AND IN JULY___ I WILL BE BACK TO CARRY ON

I WILL BRING IT TO THE END,

I WILL CARRY ON

BRING IT ONCE AND ONCE AGAIN

YOU KNOW IT WAS NOT MEANT TO BE EVERY NOW AND THEN

BRING IT TO YOU ONCE,

I WILL CONTINUE ONCE IT’S IN

AND I KNOW, OH___ OH___ I WILL CARRY ON

I AM A SLAVE MAN AND I’M TIRED

I AM NO CRYER BUT MY HANDS ARE WIRED

AND MY HEAD IS TIED UP IN A CRATE

AND MY THOUGHTS ARE ALL ON FIRE

AND MY WHOLE LIFE___ IS A HAMMER OF DESIRE

I WILL BRING IT TO THE END,

I WILL CARRY ON BRING IT ONCE AND ONCE AGAIN

THESE ARE NOT WEDGES,

THEY ARE DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH,

HEY I WILL DELIVER UNTIL MY MASTER SAYS IT IS ENOUGH

OH___ OH___ I WILL CARRY ON

I AM THE YELLOW HUNTER SOL MY EYES HAVE SEEN THE HARD RAIN FALL

MY EYES HAVE SEEN THE YOUNGEST FLOWER ACHIN’ TO GROW TALL

AND WHEN I FLY___ BEHIND THE RAINBOW   I WILL BRING IT TO THE END,

I WILL CARRY ON BRING IT ONCE AND ONCE AGAIN

I AM THE CIRCLE, LIKE A WINDOW IN THE ROUND,

HEY THERE ARE NO WEAPONS, THEY WERE ALL LAID ON THE GROUND

AND I KNOW, OH___ OH___ I WILL CARRY ON

I AM A RIVER AND I’M FREE I CARRY WATER TO THE TREE

I WAS BORN TO RUN THE WOODLANDS AND YOU BUILT YOUR CITY ON ME

BUT I WILL LAST___ TO CARRY YOU TO THE SEA

I WILL BRING IT TO THE END, I WILL CARRY ON BRING IT ONCE AND ONCE AGAIN

YOU KNOW IT WAS NOT MEANT TO BE EVERY NOW AND THEN,

HEY BRING IT TO YOU ONCE, I WILL CONTINUE ONCE IT’S IN AND I KNOW,

OH___ OH___ I WILL CARRY ON

Written circa 1971

© Copyright 2010, SWID UNDER GLASS, Jas Hilsdon