cranberry harvest
blood red fields
with a rake in your hand
stick man upon the fields
and the sky is sky blue
with a cranberry sun
but you know the black
black is gonna come
but you didn’t mean to touch it
like a needle in the hay
you just sifted with your hands
but it pierced you right away
now your hands are dark and dirty
and the crimson starts to bead
cranberries have pierced your hands
until they bleed
but it’s clear the earth is endless
but it’s clear the sky is wide
but it’s clear your just a lonely stickman
whose gonna die
and your shoulders hunch so sadly
make the black birds cry
as you walk with two cranberry
buckets by your side
cranberry harvest
blood red fields
with a rake in your hand
stickman upon the fields
and the sky is sky blue
with a cranberry sun
but you know the black
black is gonna come
now you drag your feet so slowly
as you walk up to your door
that your soul isn’t sure
if he lives here anymore
and your shoulders tremble softly
make the black birds cry
as they peck at the cranberry
buckets by your side
cause the sun is dipping softly
cause the sky is full of light
cause you close your eyes and groan
dreading visions of the night
then you moan inside your stomach
then you push open your door
but your soul isn’t sure
if he lives here anymore
cranberry harvest
blood red fields
with a rake in your hand
stick man upon the fields
and the sky is sky blue
with a cranberry sun
but you know the black
black is gonna come
you get a fancy in your kitchen
though your hands are still in pain
so you start to make a cran cran
cranberry chain
as you pierce their ruby bellies
then you start to understand
that cranberries died
died for every man
walking over to your window
hanging up your ruby chain
gazing hard at the world
lying past your window pain
where the sun is dipping deeper
ruby ribbons fill the sky
dusting gold on the field
where your cranberries lie
then your heart begins its yearning
to grow lavender next year
cranberries have pierced your heart
until you feel
now the sunset fills your stomach
now you start to understand
that cranberries died
died for every man
cranberry harvest
blood red fields
with a rake in your hand
stick man upon the fields
and the sky is sky blue
with a cranberry sun
but you know the black
black is gonna come

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