Hopeless Tender

Here in the old country, she grew up just as they said
Tried to make up for what was missing as her land faded to red
Here in the old country, hair falls coarsely round their necks
And having your wits about you can hurt more than it protects

So let the sugarcane ashes fall to your feet
Let it pile up around you 'til you're in 'em waist deep
And when it all changes and the harvest is large
Let it pile up to your shoulders and all them scars

With every fibre of his muscle, he'd bear down on her back
The cane will rip the air of its breath and turn the sun black
She'd fall down to her knees without so much as a whisper
Please save the child, you know not what she dreamed

Red moon turns a red horizon
Words burn and don't leave the tongue

Here in the old country, moon turns a blood red
A warning to all those who dare to forget
The burning of cane fires gives us the winter's keep
And a barricade of burning tyres for those who dare to sleep

So let the sugarcane ashes fall to your feet
Let it pile up around you 'til you're in 'em waist deep
And when it all changes and the harvest is large
Let it pile up to your shoulders and all them scars

Red moon turns a red horizon
Words burn and don't leave the tongue

Red moon turns a red horizon