Songs of Yesteryear

Sickness comes with darkness
and dreams that swim like they sink.

Harrowed field, in you sorrow grows.
Desperate for the sound of love,

That food which echoes in silence.
Play on, the dry ground cries.

A cold seed cracks in the dirt,
Stung by a tongue clad in black.

Harrowed field, in you sorrow grows.
A numb pain sinks in your mud.

The wind whistles an old tune,
Forgotten by the living sons.

Harrowed field, in you sorrow grows.

songs of yesteryear

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