Lletres: Linda Ronstadt. By The Fruits Of Their Labor.

Take the time to look around you
Look what's growing from the seed you sow
Take a look around you
By the fruits of their labor shall you know them

How much time do you waste talking
On and on about the good things you like to do
When all the good's in doing
By the fruits of their labor shall you know them

Without labor the grapes would never ripen on the vine
And never be pressed into wine
Make sure your harvest is taken safely inside
Don't let it wither and die

In the dark abyss of ignorance
It's impossible to make things grow
In the light of truth it's easy
By the fruits of their labor shall you know them
By the fruits of their labor shall you know them