March of the Vow

(ahhhh-ohhhh) Thread the linen,

mend the seam

Wash the iron in the stream (mmm-mmm)

Pack the grain inside the sack

Count the saddles on the rack

Grind the scythe and turn the wheel

Turn the plowshare into steel

Gather the wood before the cold

Wrap the silver, hide the gold

When the red sun strikes the plain

None who march will come again

(will come again)

Boil the water, dry

the herb

Not a single frantic word

Bind the leather

round the hand

Dust is rising on the land

Gather the wood before the cold

Wrap the silver, hide the gold

When the red sun strikes the plain

None who march will come again

(none will come again)

Turn the bolt and lock the gate

Quiet now, and let them wait (mmm-mmm) (ahhhh)