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 bleed the blood
Gonna bleed the blood

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

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 'til it does

What can wash away my sin
Nothing but the blood
What can make me whole again
Nothing but the blood