Crows + Locusts - Brooke Fraser

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…