Moon shining onto a clearing of smoke, Old women hum and fret Tides turn, fires burn. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Not over yet. Hidebound the drums sound a murderous beat, Young men declare their need. Earth’s work. Crimes lurk. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Planting a seed Oh, heaven’s high, lighting Oh, tell us how, fighting. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Sun screwed, multitude running into dust What’s left is all rude. Love’s burnt by lust. Night hounds are calling amid the distress Old guys are drinking beer. All gone, sun shone. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Same time next year? I know (Ooh-ooh) Night hounds are calling amid the distress Old guys are drinking beer. All gone, sun shone. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Same time next year?
