He wears the Dawn on his wrinkled white soft head
And brought me books and showers in the sun
A quilt of Light all good fathers wrap their Sons in
A Gift of Blood
The wine rains from a cloud
A Gift of Blood
You Fathers and Sons
Across the field
A scarecrow is bleeding light
From ravens claws
A scarecrow is torn to death
Then comes the wind
The North wind blows tonight
And finishes off
The hanging god of the fields.
And brought me books and showers in the sun
A quilt of Light all good fathers wrap their Sons in
A Gift of Blood
The wine rains from a cloud
A Gift of Blood
You Fathers and Sons
Across the field
A scarecrow is bleeding light
From ravens claws
A scarecrow is torn to death
Then comes the wind
The North wind blows tonight
And finishes off
The hanging god of the fields.