Barren tree stumps parade in the cloying mud
A lost ditch flows by quietly almost hidden
The high mists are shrouding the sullen sky
And the meagre crows are hunting for food
In the stiff silence of a golden field
Barren tree stumps parade in the cloying mud
A lost ditch flows by quietly almost hidden
The high mists are shrouding the sullen sky
And the meagre crows are hunting for food
In the stiff silence of a golden field