Mother's Catcher

The oceans dark waves Crash along the shore Bringing whatever its drowned heart desires To Mother's Catcher The wind is blowing through our lives again Not protected by the trees Its cold fingers sweep across the landscape we are no longer free Our pockets have long been clean Our men are wrapped in shrouded graves Surrounded by monuments long dead The wind is blowing again? Can you hear the howls? of those in Mother's Catcher...