barr brothers
how the heroine dies
I thought if I fought you In the open field Your bayonet would crack On my hot iron shield But you caught be running Now I'm at your command A servant to forces That I don't understand If you were the shepherd And I was the lamb And long was the journey And dark was the land Who would be following, Who would be free Who would believe That the shepherd was me When that poet decides How the heroine dies He commits original sin When that last ray decays From the boardwalk parades Yours is the longest shadow to fade Oklahoma, don't bury your eyes Night receives morning Like death receives life Blown are the ashes Of the emperor's clothes All through the cornfields Planted in rows