Sans Katoi - Upon Salted Land lyrics

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I carried my uncle up the mountain When his legs had turned to ash And his tongue became a fine dust It was a climb he had made before When his legs were strong And my long loping gait struggled to keep pace Pace with him I reached the green pass where the mountains pressed In all sides like a swollen throat And the water gathered in stagnant pools Like an alter boy's soul That had shivered the slightest ripple At the wind's unnatural touch Where he had announced prophetically that this is where God must live And I looked around as if God could be found Like a man wearing a red striped shirt In a Where's Waldo book But finding nothing I resigned myself To cold, cold reflection I carried my uncle because one night he went to sleep And he dreamed his life away A regular Rip Van Winkle That left his wife to carry four children And I scattered him to the wind Like a farmer casting seeds upon salted, upon salted land Expecting nothing to grow out of it (Thanks to Mike for these lyrics)