Andrew Bird
Something Biblical
Take your apples from the earthAnd your fingerlings from the airIf you cried when you were born'Cause it ain't fairYou got nothing, nothing to wearAnd there's a drink that we're all needingA need to weep but we have triedAnd though the clouds we keep on seedingStill the county remains dry, the county remains dryThe county remains dryI see your coat, that it needs sewingAnd these seeds will sow the corn silk brideBut in your absence nothing's growingAnd still the county remains dry, the county remains dryThe county remains dryWell still we keep on dreamingOf that fifty-year floodOf oceans of plasmaAnd rivers of bloodTake your apples from the earthAnd your fingerlings from the airIf you cried when you were born'Cause it ain't fairYou got nothing, nothing to wear
From Letras Mania