The Fall Of The Land

Where the field is bare where the seed is sowed down by the river out beside the road where the people walk where the people pray the lion stalks the lamb watching the children play- While the autumn hills turn to red I see the little leaves falling to their death I lay there too upon the fading grass watching, as the vultures pass I ponder where next they are bound for I feel the evil all around- I hear a cold train whistle blow coming from somewhere down below carrying the children to their graves... all those we couldn't learn how to save- This land has turned toward the fall... it's getting colder while death holds us against the wall we're going down under the gun riding into our own setting sun- One day we may arise One day when no one else dies One day along the way when we finally listen to the words the prophets say in a land where all people freely walk and pray where the lion lays in peace with the lamb while watching the children play- along the way