Filter کے بول

I promised you I'd send you money when I got here But when I got here There was no work to find anywhere So I slaved up the mountain And rolled down rocks from the top Hoping that I'd one day Fill this valley up But for every stone I rolled down The mountain got slightly smaller Until the rocks that I had rolled down Had leveled the earth I promised I'd send back gold When I got to the river I was sure that the sandy bed Would soon deliver So I filled my buckets And drew them up I filtered through every Corn of sand I pulled up But for every bucket I pulled The level got slightly lower Until the very last bucket I pulled Had emptied the river