Lyrics Crows + Locusts - Brooke Fraser

Crows + Locusts

It was the year the crows and the locusts came
The fields drank dry the rain
The fields are bleeding
«Daddy don’t cry, it’ll be alright»
She puts some water on the wound
And hums a little tune
While her courage puddles on the ground
Pooling, pooling
See the murder and the swarm descend
And the night is getting thick
The moon turning her tricks
She’ll betray you every time
It was the year the crows and the locusts came
The fields drank dry the rain
The fields are bleeding
It was the age the foxes came for the fields
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
And pray for mercy, pray for mercy
The rumble is low and the heat is high
Got a feeling that there’s rain out in the oil black sky
Gonna chase away the devil when that song does rise
Gonna plead the blood, gonna plead the blood
It was the year the crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry the rain
The fields are bleeding
It was the age the foxes came for the fields
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
And pray for mercy, pray for mercy
She limps on up to the top of a mound
Looks at the faltered harvest
Feels her sweat in the ground and the burn in her nose
And the knowing in her guts something’s still gonna grow
She ain’t leaving 'till it does
What can wash away my sin
Nothing but the blood…
What can make me whole again
Nothing but the blood…