THIS  HARVEST  BREED

 

 

WE BURIED MY BONES ALL WINTER LONG

UPON THE WILLOWS PASSING

THE COVER OF SLEEP SO SWEET AND SO DEEP

FALLS OVER LIKE A BLESSING

 

SOME PEOPLE ARE BORN TO CARRY THE THORNS

SOME PRAY TO BE THE CHOSEN

SOME RAIL AT THE SKY ALL HOLLOW INSIDE

SOME FILL THEIR WINE WITH POISON

 

                  ACRES GONE TO SEED

                  GROWN ON HATE AND GREED

                  DRUNK FROM SPRING TO AUTUMN THEN

                  AND CURSE THIS HARVEST BREED

 

THE RATTLE OF TRADE PASS OVER MY GRAVE

THE WHORE, THE PRIEST AND SOLDIER

AND ON THE BLACK WATCH THE NIGHT LILIES TALK

AND THE GROUND KEEPS GETTING COLDER

 

                    ACRES GONE TO SEED

                    GROWN ON HATE AND GREED

                    DRUNK FROM SPRING TO AUTUMN THEN

                    AND CURSE THIS HARVEST BREED

 

THE LUCKY IN LOVE, THE DOWN ON THEIR LUCK

THE POETS AND THE PAINTERS

WITH EYES FIXED ABOVE FORGET WHERE THEY ARE

THE GROUND SURROUNDS TO CLAIM THEM

 

WE BURIED MY BONES ALL WINTER LONG

UPON THE WILLOWS PASSING

AND KICKING THE SLEEPING GIANT WE

WILL CURSE THIS HARVEST BREED

 

 © 2003

Music & Lyrics: Orgeron