x E A
In my heart I can still feel
F#m A E
Every turn of the tractor wheel
E A
But as furrows cut across the hillside
F#m A E
Over the fields in the sunshine
E A
And it hurt but I still grew
F#m A E
With every clumsy punch I threw
E A
Up in anger at the empty summer sky
F#m A E
I saw the world from the underside
F#m A E
And when the worm began to turn
F#m A E
As it squirmed in the palm of my hand
F#m A E
I began to understand
B A E
Why it is the worm forgives the plough
In my heart I can still feel
Every turn of the tractor wheel
As we cower in the shadow of the plough
Chewing us up and spitting us out
As we fall our way back down
Into the earth and underground
I discover that even a little worm
Has its ways of taking revenge on the world
And when the worm began to turn
As it squirmed in the palm of my hand
I began to understand
Why it is the worm forgives the plough
Why it is the worm forgives the plough
