The Prayers And Tears Of Arthur Digby Sellers - Rotation Of Crops текст песни

The wind is colder and the soil is broken open.

I bought a telescope.
The paper said the moon was new
and so I looked up in the air.
I needed something new but there was nothing there.
(This thing is withering)

I bent the earth
to see your form rise into the frame,
frail though it is to mention more to the passing days.

I broke the earth
to hide you beneath the graying sky.
Clouds covered every corner;
field's fallow season dies.