Brooke Fraser - Crows + Locusts текст песни

It was the year

The crows and the locusts came

The fields drained dry the rain

The fields are bleeding



"Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright"

She puts some water on the wound

And hums a little tune

While her courage puddles on the ground

Pooling, pooling



See the murder and the swarm descend

And the night is getting thick

The moon telling her tricks

She'd betray her every time



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



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 that sun does rise

Gonna plead the blood

Gonna plead 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 to the top of a mount

Looks at the faltered harvest

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 leaving 'till it does.



What can wash away my sin

Nothing but the blood...

What can make me whole again

Nothing but the blood...