Now up and down the siding brown
The great black crows are flyin',
And down below the spur, I know,
Another `milker's' dyin';
The crops have withered from the ground,
The tank's clay bed is glarin',
But from my heart no tear nor sound,
For I have gone past carin' --
Past botherin' or carin',
Past weepin' and dispairin'
But from my heart no tear nor sound,
For I have gone past carin'.
d**h and Trouble, turn about,
Hopeless desolation,
Flood and fever, fire and drought,
And slavery and starvation;
Through childbirth, sickness, hurt, and blight,
And nervousness an' scarin',
Through bein' left alone at night,
I've got to be past carin'.
Past botherin' or carin',
Past weepin' and despairin';
I've come to be past carin'.
My eyes are dry, I cannot cry,
I've got no heart for breakin',
But where it was in days gone by,
A dull and empty achin'.
My last boy ran away from me,
I know my temper's wearin',
But now I only wish to be
Beyond all signs of carin'.
Past botherin' or carin',
Past weepin' and despairin';
And now I only wish to be
Beyond all signs of carin'.