Bobby Long Blood In The Orchard
Smoke’s flowing from the musty pit With the break of snow and swelling coming from the orchard We're loosin him with all your want From the glory you have stolen and heads that you have changed You may think that no one knows But your mother’s gonna reap and then she'll sow
You’re not a duty of mine You're there to walk your own line I’m gonna tell people I know Some way you've been altered I see the blood flow red down in the orchard
The trees are bound with otter rags The fruit lies pitted and eaten on the damp floor The wings of birds have been clipped and picked to Save themselves from carrying him away Is this a glimpse of your troubled mind to Barrenments of murdering seduction
You’re not a duty of mine You're there to walk your own line I’m gonna tell people I know Some way you’ve been altered Some way you’ve been altered Some way you’ve been altered Some way you’ve been altered I see the blood flow red down here in the orchard
You’re not a duty of mine You're there to walk your own line I’m gonna tell people I know You're not a duty of mine Your there to walk your own line I’m gonna tell people I know Some way you’ve been altered Some way you’ve been altered Some way you’ve been altered.
