There was a rain that lay this town
I watched the water cut deep furrows in its wounded face
It washed the coal out from the land,
Washed the briefcase from our hands
But this boat was sent to save
Not to rock upon these careless waves
There was a rain that lay this town
Its still pouring down
There was a path that cut these hills
It thread rambling needle through the patchwork seams
It led the sheep down to the water,
Led the migrants to the border
But these feet were made to climb
Not to tread this long familiar line
There was a path that cut these hills
Its winding still
There was a burden on these backs
It lashed a load to the rythym of the whip as it cracked
It sent the elders to their beds,
Washed the hubris from of our heads
But this wind was sent to cleanse
Not to bend the knees of the lesser man
There was a burden on these backs
Oh lord to relax
There was a fable in this land
A young girl sculped mountains from the desert sands
Waved the wind across the ocean with her mudded hand
Poured her tears down on the sinners as they screwed up her plans
But this bird was sent to sing
Not to beat upon the wind with her tired wings
There is a fable in this land
Only some will understand
credits
from Horse Latitudes,
released June 30, 2017
Michael Garrett - Vocals, guitar
Bobbie Roberts - Vocals, Cello
Angus Kemp - Vocals, Viola
Thomas Williams - Vocals, Cajon
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