מילים לשיר Last Fist – Woven Hand

what are you about say something secret
in an old order hush trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm a homespun clapboard blackstrap thrush devoted loyal beware of what come natural
undertake the toil undertake the spoil
in a fist it was cruel and it came all too natural
a headstrong folklore strawrifle crutch
as a younger child thresh a crop defiles in a fist full of sand
it came natural in a fist full of land.