Out in the field when the first has been born folks sing a song,song of the corn
late in the day when the secrets are sworn folks tell a tale,tale of the corn
i heard a comunication one one late afternoon someone was songing a funeral tune
as i lay watching them hoist up the cross something was burning, something was lost
cloud you believe what the scarecrow had seen? Folks came to fall down to their knees
rumours of strangers being buried alive and shills up my spine Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
