1.f. Planta bienal de la familia de las Crucíferas, de cuatro a seis decímetros de altura, con hojas grandes, ásperas, gruesas, rugosas, las radicales partidas en tres lóbulos oblongos, y enteras y lanceoladas las superiores; flores pequeñas, amarillas, en espiga, fruto seco en vainillas cilíndricas con muchas semillas menudas, esféricas, de color pardusco y sabor picante, y raíz carnosa, muy grande, amarillenta o rojiza, esferoidal o ahusada, según las variedades, que se emplea para alimento de las personas y ganados en las provincias del norte de España, donde se cultiva mucho.
A long time ago came a
man on a track Walking thirty
miles with a sack on his back And he put down his
load where he thought it was the best He made a home in
the wilderness He built a cabin
and a winter store And he plowed up
the ground by the cold lake shore And the other
travelers came walking down the track And they never went
further, and they never went back Then came the
churches, then came the schools Then came the
lawyers, and then came the rules Then came the
trains and the trucks with their loads And the dirty old
track was the telegraph road
Then came the
mines, then came the ore Then there was the
hard times, then there was a war Telegraph sang a
song about the world outside Telegraph road got
so deep and so wide Like a rolling river
And my radio says
tonight it's gonna freeze People driving home
from the factories There's six lanes
of traffic Three lanes moving
slow
I used to like to
go to work, but they shut it down I've got a right to
go to work, but there's no work here to be found Yes, and they say
we're gonna have to pay what's owed We're gonna have to
reap from some seed that's been sowed And the birds up on
the wires and the telegraph poles They can always fly
away from this rain and this cold You can hear them
singing out their telegraph code All the way down
the telegraph road
You know, I'd
sooner forget, but I remember those nights When life was just
a bet on a race between the lights You had your head
on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair Now you act a
little colder, like you don't seem to care But believe in me,
baby, and I'll take you away From out of this
darkness and into the day From these rivers
of headlights, these rivers of rain From the anger that
lives on the streets with these names 'Cause I've run
every red light on memory lane I've seen
desperation explode into flames And I don't want to
see it again
From all of these
signs saying, "sorry, but we're closed" All the way Down the telegraph
road
