WOVEN HAND - LAST FIST lyrics

rate me

what are you about

say something secret

in an old order hush

trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm

a homespun clapboard blackstrap thrush

devoted loyal

undertake the toil

beware of what come natural

undertake the spoil

in a fist

it was cruel

and it came all too natural

as a younger child

a headstrong folklore strawrifle crutch

thresh a crop defiles

in a fist full of sand

it came natural in a fist

full of land