Those Poor Bastards Forgive Me Matilda
Every word was spoke in whisper
Every dream was dreamt alone
Firelight it burned so dimly
Underneath the hungry moon
Forgive me Matilda, dear
Forgive me Matilda, dear
Summer came and so did Autumn,
Falling leaves of red and gold
Starving men and wounded daughters,
Crawling husks of blood and bone
Forgive me Matilda, dear
Forgive me Matilda, dear
Lakes went dry and crops were failing
Corn turned black and hearts turned cold
We thought your blood would soothe God’s anger,
It only made the sickness grow
Forgive me Matilda, dear
Forgive me Matilda, dear
