Messiah Of The Fields

 

They left me hanging on a cross

The saviour of the summer crops

Just rag and straw so no great loss

My blood is in the wheat and hops

 

I faced the black and vicious hoard

Their coal cruel eyes and sharpened beaks

I am the ragged overlord

Who scares the crow yet never speaks

 

They pray to me to save their soils

From dark boned devils of the sky

In sun heat this messiah toils

To force them to take wing and fly

 

My Judas is the winter wind

That cuts me with a subtle knife

God save me father I have sinned

I wished for an extended life

 

A sackcloth head, a straw frayed cuff

The prince of summer crucified

Facing the elements is tough

This ditch is where I lived and died

 

Yet when the Spring returns the blood

To ravaged fields of snow and frost

I will drag myself from thawing mud

And resurrected heal what we have lost