Thursday, August 09, 2007

Across the barren plains

tumbleweed, tumbleweed
why do you blow
through dying fields
and across dusty roads
are you looking for the green grass
that grows far away
for the songs of the birds
long flown away
are you looking for the deep well
clear, dark and cold
for the water that brings
the green leaf to the fold

tumbleweed, tumbleweed
grit in the air
you're tumbling, fumbling
away from us here
our land once was fair
and the soil, it was rich
now our livestock decay
and our crops all are sick
now the earth is a curse
that once was a friend
and we're tumbling, rumbling
to our dry, dusty end


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