The Doing Is Done

Yes, now the doing

Oh, the doing is done

Your father's made by his daughter

A mother made by her son

And oh, in the darkness

I feel I would stay

But the darkness of the night

Was made by the day

And I wait, I wait

She draw rum and I stayed the same

Well I was lost in the rushing

And you were lost in the rain

And asking 'How many miles in the making?'

And 'How many makers in the wine?'

When a mother's made by her daughter

And a father made by his son

And we laugh at it

Oh, where could I go?

Yes, I'll be there

Oh, where could I go?

Oh, now the doing is done

Your father's made by his daughter

A mother made by her son

And will I be there?

Oh, where could I go?

Yes, I'll be there

Oh, where could I go?

Oh, the night is coming

And the day is out hand

Let us live full cost

Off the woods

Off the darkness

Let's put on

The armour of life

Let us pour honesty

As in the day