The Crows

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The farmer, he watches out over his field He harvests just what he has sown His only interest in a greater yield For the machines and the chemicals he owns And each imperfection is now revealed As the reaper's long arm rakes the rows His yearly battle with nature is sealed He abandons the field to the crows [Verse 2] Let's look for a moment at the sleek dark mimе And the black and the blue of his wings Hе stalks his prey with the sharpness of a military mind And nobody ever says he sings An effigy is made to scare him away Dressed up all in poverty's clothes Now only scares the children at play We abandon the field to the crows [Verse 3] Now the rook, he travels a straight and narrow path He is neither the pawn nor the king He fights out of sight with a terrible wrath And then sleeps where the church bells ring When the machines are so large that no one's in charge And the young men know what they know Then all is in range for the brief exchange We abandon the field to the crows