Disillusioned
They always leave the bibles and the mirrors when they go...
The crofters and the farmers and the tenants of the land
It’s just about survival, what they can carry and what they know
The spirits that failed them can now fend for themselves
They always leave the bibles and the mirrors when they go
Their loved ones in the fields as they let go of their hands
As an anchor always ties them here and they’ll be back and fro
They are born of this their soil of this their land