Summer Tears - Hammers of Misfortune

And in Winter she cried

December tears

And in Summer she cried

August tears

And in Autumn she cried

November tears

And in Springtime she cried

April tears

On the fat of the land

The sacred calf, the fatted lamb

Cry Cassandra, while you can

The salted earth, a grain of sand

These salty eyes don’t understand

Soon there won’t be time to cry

Buried up to her film-projector eyes

And in Winter she cried

December tears

And in Summer she cried

August tears

And in Autumn she cried

November tears

And in Springtime she cried

April tears

But now she hasn’t any tears to spare

So she doesn’t cry at all

Sing Cassandra, all night long

Now she knows what eyes are for

Now she knows what tears are for

Now she knows that summers gone

Now she’ll squander tears no more

Cry Cassandra all night long