Slavesong Lyrics

David Wirsig Slavesong

Tall grain and greenery alight in the sun
It sets in the western sky, my day's work is done
So shoulder your barley sack, look not to the hills
The horizon draws closer but I'm standing still

They came with horses, torches in hand
No guilt of conscience set fire to the land
Mothers and daughters knelt in the sand
Sons and their fathers said "our people are damned."

Every spirit was slain that day
In the blink of an eye
They came and they took away
Like a thief in the night

High King of Heaven, take pity on me
Send forth a fire, set your captives free