The Sunken Lands
ROSANNE CASH · The River & The Thread 2014 · Track 02 of 14
Five cans of paint And the empty fields And the dust reveals
The children cry The work never ends There's not a single friend
Who will hold her hand In the sunken lands?
The mud and tears Melt the cotton bolls It's a heavy toll
His words are cruel And they sting like fire Like the devil's choir
But who will hold her hand In the sunken lands?
The river rises And she sails away She could never stay
Now her work is done In the sunken lands There's five empty cans