Seven Years For Leah

Seven years you work for Leah,
Seven years and your labour frees her,
Seven years until you see her,
It's Seven long years, you have been deceived for,

For seven years beneath a boulder of misapprehension,
Did your Laban, conveniently neglect to mention,
It's Rachel that you want,
It's Rachel that you want,
It's Rachel that you really want.

The wages of sin are death,
The wages of dead love; Bereft
The sweat upon your brow,
The way your backs stoops just a little now,
The shortness of your breath,

Yes your living wage is death,

There's nothing wrong with Leah,

No there's precious little wrong with Leah,
She cooks and feeds
Takes and grows your seeds
But your heart just cant receive her,

In the field, with the flock,
Do you dream of Leah,
I think not,
Its Rachel in the wings,
Beneath her veil she softly sings,
Listening for the bells on goats,
Dreaming of wedding rings,

It's seven years for Leah,
Like seven years bad luck,
Knuckling down for Lady Day,
Ending up with Lady Muck,