Living Left To Do

THE FIELDS ARE FULL, THE DAYS ARE LONG.
MY MIND IS SHARP, MY BACK IS STRONG.
I WON'T BE HEADED HOME 'TIL THE SKY HAS LOST IT'S BLUE
WHILE I'VE STILL GOT SOME LIVING LEFT TO DO.

UNTIL I SEE MY SETTING SUN,
UNTIL MY WORK ON EARTH IS DONE,
I'LL KEEP MY HAND ON THE PLOW.
LORD, I'M GONNA SEE IT THROUGH
WHILE I'VE STILL GOT SOME LIVING LEFT TO DO.

CHORUS
AND THEN I'LL CLOSE MY EYES AND SMILE.
MAYBE I CAN DREAM AWHILE.
AND I'LL MEET YOU IN THE MORNING
SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE BLUE.
BUT FOR NOW I'VE GOT SOME LIVING LEFT TO DO.
FOR NOW I'VE GOT SOME LIVING LEFT TO DO.

AND WHEN MY BLOOD HAS LOST ITS FIRE,
WHEN COMFORT OVERTAKES DESIRE,
YOU'LL BE HOLDING ON TO ME
LIKE I'M HOLDING ON TO YOU
HOPING I'VE STILL GOT SOME LIVING LEFT TO DO.

LET THE AGES TURN MY BONES TO DUST,
MY TURNING PLOW TO ROT AND RUST.
YOU BETTER LAY ME IN THE GROUND WITH A PAIR OF WALKING SHOES,
CAUSE I'LL STILL HAVE SOME LIVING LEFT TO DO.

CHORUS
AND I WILL CLOSE MY EYES AND SMILE.
MAYBE I CAN DREAM AWHILE,
AND I'LL SEE YOU IN THE MORNING
SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE BLUE.
OH I STILL HAVE SOME LIVING LEFT TO DO LORD, LORD.
I'LL STILL HAVE SOME LIVING LEFT TO DO.