Sanguine Song

poor, black and ugly
pure black gold
pour black money
pure black soul.

put your faith
in faith filled things
muddy waters
bees in spring

put your faith
in faith filled things
red rich soil
trees that sing

put your faith
in faith filled things
muddy waters
bees in spring

put your faith
in faith filled things
red rich soil
blood that sings
the sanguine song

these may be the days
when the poets don’t believe
these may be the days
when the rivers bleed
but be assured by the mighty
blade of grass beneath the sand
this is her land
this is her land.

poor, black and ugly
pure black gold
pour black money
pure black soul.

put your faith
in faith filled things
muddy waters
bees in spring

put your faith
in faith filled things
red rich soil
trees that sing

put your faith
in faith filled things
muddy waters
bees in spring

put your faith
in faith filled things
muddy waters
blood that sings
the sanguine song