The workers they come back from their day in the field 
Jennifer dances and she cooks me a meal 
A little less salt in the gravy tonight 
You ought to know from long ago 
To listen to the winds that blow 
Cause when the past creeps up at last 
You see the landscape open fast 
And you'll be standing on a landing 
Crumbling despite your demanding 
And in the pan the (?) 
Tears will fall and tears will bawl 
You always knew the winds that blew 
The workers they come back from their day in the field 
The workers they come back from their day in the field 
The workers they come back from their day in the field 
You always knew the winds that blew 
The workers they come back from their day in the field 
The workers they come back from their day in the field 
(Jennifer dances) 
The workers they come back from their day in the field 
(Jennifer dances) 
Jennifer dances 
Jennifer dances 
Jennifer dances 
Jennifer dances