Don't Call Me Ishmael - Fallow Year

Don't trust the snakes that lie in the long grass
Waiting to warm their icy bodies, in the glow of the summer sun
Don't trust the wolves that hide in the deepwoods
Their glinting teeth in the shadows, don't stray from the path my love

It's been a fallow, awful year
But I know next spring'll be sweet

Don't trust the ravens that roost in the high trees
They've lived a thousand wicked lives, feeding from the bodies of the ones you love
Don't believe the cats that smile like a midnight moon
They've lived here since Babylon stood, and they know where the bones are buried

I can see Eden in your arms
Cut through the long grass, cut through the harm

Don't trust people who say all is well
They have the dagger, tucked in their belts
Don't trust Samson after a haircut
We've all got hidden strength, to use when times are rough

Written by:
Jack Tasker

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