The Churchyard
A bell in a churchyard,It yells for me to begin.And my hands they tremble and shake.While a chill grows under my skin.It rains in the valley,It rains from the skies.And it's raining deep inside my soul,And it pours up and out of my eyes.
A long ago, you were here in my armsAnd I swore I would protect you from harmNow here we are.On this hill, 'neath the treeIn the Churchyard at dawn.How could we've fallen so far?
The earth is a blood-red clayThat cakes to my heels.And the stain grows heavy as lead,And my heart it is heavier still.In a bow there's a ravenAnd its eyes fix me with a stare.Then he turns and screams at the sky.And it burns like the truth in my ears.
Not long ago, you were here in my armsAnd I swore I would protect you from harmNow here we are.On this hill, 'neath a treeIn the Churchyard at dusk.How could we've fallen so far?
No one should find out how it feelsStanding here, hoping and prayingYou'll awake from this awful ordeal.No one should find out what it's likeStanding here, digging a hole in which to buryYour child and your wife.
When they are finishedThey look like wombs on a hillTwo graves, they lay side by sideFor my life and my lover to fill.
No one should find out how it feelsStanding here, hoping and prayingYou'll awake from this awful ordealNo one should find out what it's like,Standing here, not having the meansTo buy the medicine to save their lives.