For Every Field There's A Mole - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

For every man who will last

There’s nothing he can’t get past

No obstacle he cannot erase

For every king there’s a crown

And every time I look around

I am the kin of infinite space

For every field there’s a mole

With the soil that he stole

And the sightlessness that lets him go free

For every drought there’s a rain

And when my earth’s in pain

I watch it boil o tearfully

There’s a time to sing these things

And a time to have them sung

A time to bring the tune

And a time to have it brung

There’s a lap for resting head

There’s the only nesting bed

There’s the souls to cry among

For the things that don’t get sung

And a hand to hold your throat

To stifle that crying choke