Crofters Night

We remove the stones from the field like they were rotten teeth stepped carefully over hawthorn hedge stepped with tired and heavy feet Remember this by the fireside ash and flame and sap and sound calloused hands over death black hearth heavy eyes remember heavier ground There is flame in these hands and feet that melt the earth and dry the eye it sweeps the weary from the field pours your life out by and by. Tomorrow the sun will rise curlews spin on sky and reed we prepare the earth to receive sing some song to cast our seed Now my head grows heavy still fire light sink into black dark I will lie down on my settle bed return to greet life's beating heart.