Fields on Fire

When he came

He brought the Light

Tell us he’s name?

Oh like Father like Son

Every corner’s dry and weary

Every pond is shallow now

Rusty bell tolls for our living

Old man puts on favourite frown

Look out, children: fields on fire.

Angels are laughing from the sky

Saviour’s thunder marks redemption

Heavy clouds redeem our hopes

HE at last drew our attention

From knitting our own slip knots

Look out, children: fields on fire.

Angels are laughing from the sky

Time stands still, empty bottle flickers,

Three dots on the edge of the dice

Peasant spots the fox that whiskers

Burning fields of decent rice