Buy the farm, tear the soil, plant the seeds and then rebuild The old farm house with the silo that is filled with bones. In the barn, sickly sheep, tenant sold them real real cheap We kept the donkey named her Jenny but she's no longer awake. I could say That it's beautiful And I wouldn't be wrong, And all that beauty cost Was the pain that followed Cleared the barn and bought a cow, hay on stone and fenced in now, Mother says don't get attached, for these years will be his last. Buried now, our pregnant sow, Were we lucky? Hard to tell We kept them warm when they were tired, never did expect the fire And I could say That it's beautiful And I wouldn't be wrong, And all that beauty cost, Yes all that beauty cost Was the pain that followed