The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry their rain
The fields are bleeding
Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright
She put some water on the wound
And hums a little tune
While the courage blood's on the ground
pooling, pooling
See the murder, and the swarm descend
And the night is getting thick
The moon telling her tricks
yeah betray her every time
It was the year
The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry their rain
The fields are bleeding
It was the age
the foxes came for the fields
we were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
and pray for mercy, pray for mercy
The rumble is low and the heat is high
Got a feeling that there's rain out in the oil black sky
Gonna chase away the devil when the sun does rise
Gonna bleed the blood
Gonna bleed the blood
It was the year
The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry the rain
The fields are bleeding
It was the age
The foxes came for the fields
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy
She limps on up o the top of a mount
Looks at the faulty harness
Feels her sweat in the ground and the burn in her nose
And the knowing in her guts
Something's still gonna grow
She ain't leavin' til it does.
What can wash away my sin
Nothing but the blood
What can make me whole again
Nothing but the blood
The fields drained dry their rain
The fields are bleeding
Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright
She put some water on the wound
And hums a little tune
While the courage blood's on the ground
pooling, pooling
See the murder, and the swarm descend
And the night is getting thick
The moon telling her tricks
yeah betray her every time
It was the year
The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry their rain
The fields are bleeding
It was the age
the foxes came for the fields
we were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
and pray for mercy, pray for mercy
The rumble is low and the heat is high
Got a feeling that there's rain out in the oil black sky
Gonna chase away the devil when the sun does rise
Gonna bleed the blood
Gonna bleed the blood
It was the year
The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry the rain
The fields are bleeding
It was the age
The foxes came for the fields
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy
She limps on up o the top of a mount
Looks at the faulty harness
Feels her sweat in the ground and the burn in her nose
And the knowing in her guts
Something's still gonna grow
She ain't leavin' til it does.
What can wash away my sin
Nothing but the blood
What can make me whole again
Nothing but the blood
song by Brooke Fraser,
tiled: Crows and locusts (2010)
