Out in the field
when the first has been born
folks sing a song,song of the corn

late in the day
when the secrets are sworn
folks tell a tale,tale of the corn

i heard a comunication one one late afternoon
someone was songing a funeral tune

as i lay watching them
hoist up the cross
something was burning,
something was lost

cloud you believe
what the scarecrow had seen?
Folks came to fall down to their knees

rumours of strangers being buried alive
and shills up my spine