White Hinterland - Hometown Hooray lyrics
rate meDown by the old stone church<br />
Where the joe-pye weed and the mallows grow<br />
Those petals bigger then my fist<br />
Watch them bob and bow when the wind does blow<br />
<br />
There grows a cypress tree<br />
And in its trunk I carved you name<br />
And right beside it I carved mine<br />
<br />
They'll give you the hometown hooray<br />
When you come home, baby<br />
Bronze your combat boots<br />
And set your bones in clay<br />
Write down every word you ever had to say<br />
No one wants to believe you died in vain<br />
<br />
The first spring that you were gone<br />
The women who lived on the flat roof-tops<br />
Had sherds sewn with quickly germinating seeds of greens<br />
<br />
In all of their Sapphic celebrations<br />
They held fires and dances, chanted your name<br />
Tied yellow ribbons round the trunks of trees in town<br />
<br />
They'll give you the hometown hooray<br />
When you come home, baby<br />
Bronze your combat boots<br />
And set your bones in clay<br />
Write down every word you ever had to say<br />
With Homeric undertones and half the length<br />
<br />
But the skies held a collusion of their own<br />
And on the sunniest day there ever was<br />
You died at the tusk of a bayonet<br />
And Aphrodite found your body<br />
Sprinkled nectar in your wounds<br />
And you blood dripped red anemones<br />
That shimmered just like precious stones<br />
<br />
And they floated down the riverbank<br />
To the tributary that now shares your name<br />
And the rapids from then on ran red<br />
They run red to this day<br />
<br />
They'll give you the hometown hooray<br />
When you come home, baby<br />
Oh bronze your combat boots<br />
And set your bones in clay<br />
Write down every word you ever had to say<br />
With Homeric undertones and half the length<br />
<br />
We used to walk past the blue schoolhouse<br />
We wore our love like it was a crown<br />
And our skin was a map we knew by heart<br />
We never once got lost<br />
We never once got lost<br />
No one wants to believe you died in vain<br />
<br />
The Sapphic women who love you so<br />
Still cry every spring when the fennel goes<br />
And the wheat and the barley and the hardy rye<br />
Wither and go to seed<br />
<br />
I walk down to the old stone church <br />
where the joe-pye weed and the mallows grow<br />
Those petals droop now heavy with rain<br />
watch them bob and bow when the wind does blow<br />
<br />
There, my favorite cypress tree<br />
As tall as the steeples I can see<br />
They've tied a yellow-ribbon ?round its trunk <br />
that covers your name where I carved it twice<br />
<br />
I rip that ribbon off the tree<br />
Burn it down by the river that now shares your name<br />
Place the ash where the water ravenously licks the riverbank<br />
<br />
We used to walk past the blue schoolhouse<br />
We wore our love like it was a crown<br />
And our skin was a map I knew by heart<br />
We never once got lost<br />
We never once got lost<br />
No one wants to believe you died in vain<br />