The Legend Of Mucklow

Waist high in the wild oats,
Goose-grass burrs on his old coat,
A knife tears through his throat
Sunlight sparkles in the old stones by the wall,
Surprise in his eyes as he begins to fall,
Across his hand an anty crawls,
It’s been a long time coming
Himmancame
Himmancame
Bringemin now bringemin
Himmancame
Throughthewheat man throughthewheat
Himmancame
Cutyou
Seems a long time
That the dawn’s been coming
Spreading down through the sky
Reflected in his eyes
And could it be
That I can smell the blood on this breeze?
It’s been a long time coming
Himmancame
Himmancame
Bringemin now bringemin
Himmancame
Throughthewheat man
Himmancame
Cutyou
It’s been a long time coming,
It’s been a long time coming