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Mother Nature can be a bitch.
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sixteen crows sitting on a barb wire fence
Flap their cloaks and move for cover
Now it's deathly silent even the sigh of the wheat grown's still
but for the thunder rumble, distant thunder rumble
When the wind comes home
Breath of an angry god
there nothing left but to run for cover run for cover
When the wind comes round
to reap the devil's share
there's nothing left but to throw your curses to the air
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my home to keep
For the winds prowling round my door
And it's moaning hungry moaning hungry
And If die before I wake
I pray the storm my home to take
I'm a foolish man whose built on sand
And I feel it sinking feel it sinking' x2
Chorus
Chorus
Flap their cloaks and move for cover
Now it's deathly silent even the sigh of the wheat grown's still
but for the thunder rumble, distant thunder rumble
When the wind comes home
Breath of an angry god
there nothing left but to run for cover run for cover
When the wind comes round
to reap the devil's share
there's nothing left but to throw your curses to the air
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my home to keep
For the winds prowling round my door
And it's moaning hungry moaning hungry
And If die before I wake
I pray the storm my home to take
I'm a foolish man whose built on sand
And I feel it sinking feel it sinking' x2
Chorus
Chorus
alackbass
"to reap the devil's share" what a great line! Another bone chilling folk gem!