Crows & Locusts Lyrics - Flags - Brooke Fraser

It was the year the crows and the locusts came 

The fields drank dry the rain 

The fields are bleeding 

Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright 

She puts some water on the wound 

And hums a little tune while 

Her courage puddles on the ground 

Pooling, pooling 

See the murder and the swarm descend 

And the night is getting thick, 

The moon turning her tricks 

She'll betray you every time 

It was the year the crows and the locusts came 

The fields drank dry the rain 

The fields are bleeding 

It was the age the foxes came for the fields 

We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel 

And pray for mercy, pray for mercy 

The rumble is low and the heat is high 

Got a feeling that there's rain out in the oil black sky 

Gonna chase away the devil when that song does rise 

Gonna bleed the blood 

Gonna bleed the blood 

It was the year the crows and the locusts came 

The fields drank dry the rain 

The fields are bleeding 

It was the age the foxes came for the fields 

We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel 

And pray for mercy, pray for mercy 

She limps on up to the top of a mound 

Looks at the faltered harvest 

Feels her sweat in the ground 

And the burn in her nose 

And the knowing in her guts, 

Something's still gonna grow 

She ain't leaving 'til it does 

What can wash away my sin 

Nothing but the blood 

What can make me whole again 

Nothing but the blood