Blood in the Orchard

smoke's flowing from the musty pit, with the breakers low

and swelling coming from the orchard,

we're losing him with all your woe, from the glory you have stolen

and his that you have changed

you may think that no one knows

but your mother's gonna reap and then she'll sowyou're not a duty of mine, you're there to walk your own line

I'm gonna tell people I know

someway you've been altered

I see the blood flow red down in the orchardthe trees are bound with oil and rags

the fruit lies bitten and eaten on the damp floor

the wings of birds have been clipped and picked

to save themselves from carrying him away

is this a glimpse of your troubled mind

into the barren mist of murder and seduction