Come continuous lover 


see I'm weak and frail 


I've pawned my harvest 


for a hell of a fright 


the fields are whispering a name 


and I spit out the remnants 


of my days and ways 


come my silent sister 


untie this belt of brier 


here's my book of prayers 


beauty is just a stain 


I'd like to ease some of this pain 


but fields are moaning 


fields are whispering my name 


and I spit out the remnants 


of my days and ways