Greyhair Lyrics - Singles - Fatima Mansions

Greyhair fool / Shoes undone / The fields ahead / Leaves black as coal 

Landmark-free / No walls, No trees 

to greet him on this night of his return 

C--So who will love this lie on legs 

who can't change skin and is not yet dead? 

The universal foreigner 

The homeless, greyhair son 

Scrambles blind up muddy slope 

then silent shakes before rusty gates--C 

There's a house, its roof caved in 

A rusty wreck of car / A lightning-blasted tree 

and a man who says, "So here you are--the boy who broke the plough, 

who struck his father down, who told us to be damned 

and betrayed us to the Englishman!" 

"Who will love this lie on legs? On paving-stones I've made my bed 

Not a living soul now speaks my name but here at least I have my shame 

I thought to come and taste once more what the priestly fables all ignore: 

the un-eternal consequence," says the greyhair son 

Greyhair fool / Shoes undone / He'll top at dawn / Now hews his plough 

Wind blows on / The soil is poison / He sets to work / He and his plough 

Final union / He and his plough / Plough