Brown Bird

Sickle And Hood
Well Death came swagger-walkin' out of the woodsDraggin' three cryin' ladies behindJust three torn dresses and a big black hoodRollin' over to their home in the skyThey said, “Are we gonna die?”We all gotta die“What have we done?”You ain't done nothin' wrongTwo young lovers wandered into the woodsAnd Death come a trailin' behindThe young boy bit the sickle of the big black hoodWhile his lover just laid down and criedHe said, “Is she gonna die?”This wasn't her time“What have I done?”You ain't done nothin' wrongWhen Death got to heaven with the souls from the woodsHe was blinded by the Lord's holy lightYou can't go swingin' 'round the sickle in your big black hoodWhen you've been drinkin' from the fruit of the vineHe said, “Am I gonna die?”We all gotta die“What have I done?”You've been reckless sonLetras de cancionesWell I warned you not to wield around the sickle and hoodTaking souls under the spell of the shineNow you can drink the firewater from the devil's woodsI'm gonna send you where the sun never shines From Letras Mania