First chorus
Little Jane, take father’s hand and let him walk you through the rain
In the mist that wraps the morning like a chain
Over deep furrows
The land soon drained of everything.
Verse one
Keep close by him, for in his shadow you’ll never know hunger or tire
He’s made chairs from the swollen branches
Brought down by the weight of the fruit
(for all we had was plenty and nothing went to waste
to cook away the flavour, Jim said, was how to taste x2)
second chorus
Little Jane, take fathers hand and let him walk you through the pain
When you’re a woman it’ll have a different name
There’s a darkness
That so seldom holds its form.
Verse two
Through the tree line, in the branches
Across the wide estate
Lay all the restless horrors, Jim knew to create
He had us run and scream
To the bush with tools in hand
To drive out all the evil and hatred in every man
But I’ve read each their letters
And as the food grows scarce
In the heat there grows an anger
Consuming father’s face
Pain twists within him and his skin crawls and splits
Then from it steps the devil, whom we all could not resist
First chorus repeat
Verse three
Cups of many colours,
Pass between each hand.
We drain the simple liquid that tastes so much of home
The children have become quiet
The animals still and strange
I take one last look at father, then smile with the pain.
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