You tilled the ground with a dagger.
You tilled our bodies and bones.
You smiled, but your face had no flesh,
and the sky was as white as a bone.
He was a pretty young devil.
He had a helmet and wings.
He left in the night with a stick in his hand,
and two babies chained to a ring.
She was a lovely young lady,
rounded and green as the land.
She held an urn that was brimming with milk;
she cupped it in little white hands.
Soldier, man, and lavender child-
Destined to falter and roam.
Make this flower your new resting place.
Make this ribbon your home.
Two twins they sat by a brick wall
as rain fell like bread from the sky.
And the sun and the twins were like three musketeers;
they watched you with challenging eyes.
But you, you were not one to notice-
Dressed as you were like a king.
Riding to town on twin donkeys were you,
bounded and held by a ring.
Soldier, man, and lavender child-
Destined to falter and roam.
Make this flower your new resting place.
Make this ribbon your home.
I used to cry like a donkey
I used to dream by a pool.
I used to walk with a stick in my hand
to brush against lepers and fools.
Three men, they walked to the south, by
the valleys by night and by day.
An archangel played them a song from the sky,
but the thread of their hearts led the way.
Soldier, man, and lavender child-
Destined to falter and roam.
Make this flower your new resting place.
Make this ribbon your home.
Now you can leave with the blood on your hands,
the shame of your muffled goodbyes.
Now you can crawl in your dirt and your rags,
you can scream when the sun hits your eyes.
But for a baby who sings through the night,
sitting wide eyed in a tree.
Singing a song that will rustle your heart
as the wind makes its way through the leaves.
Soldier, man, and lavender child-
Destined to falter and roam.
Make this flower your new resting place.
Make this ribbon your home.