Marsh Blues

Where are the hooks to hang me

Where are the arrows we've sharpened

Where is the gold to buy me

Where is the fuel to feed me

Where is your shoulder to cry on

Where is your back to hold me

Where are the bells to summon us

Where is the ring you sold me

Tell me won't you tell me

Won't you tell me

Where it the river we sat by

Who took the jewels in the hallway

Who are the thieves in the grass

Who was last out of the building

Who told the priest we were leaving

Why are my arms still aching

Why are the goods trains silent

Don't they know what's occurring

Why are the yards all quiet now

Just tungsten lights and breathing

Shouldn't they be bringing water

Why aren't there sirens screaming