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The Flower I Flung Into Her Grave
A Lazarus Soul
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There's a blaze upon the bog
On sphagnum mattresses we lie
Through the dewy dusk we'd roam
Where the outlands was our own
We were the catchers of the spark
Blacklisted lovers in the dark
And that swan, a soul in flight
Those dark wings cutting through the night
We grew up the special cases
We got our love of open spaces
From our days upon the bog
And when the arrows went to mass on Sunday morn'
We let a sorrow settle on the world
Like the early morning fog
Back then when love was just a game
The young Kilbride and Hester Swain
The blood bouquet, the peat perfume
The wind, it howled, a savage loon
That would stab you in the face
Disappear a sibling without trace
A wild-to-be barefooted bride
Her misplaced sense of social pride
We grew up the special cases
We got our love of open spaces
From our days upon the bog
And when the arrows went to class on Monday morn'
We'd dance like sparrows balanced on the corn
In the early morning fog
The congregation, they were crazy
To ever think you'd have a price
And you, attracted to the fight
For a traveller place is never easy
But when you're raised upon a blade
The comfort keeps you up at night
This bruised brown bog's where you belong
It's where you heard your mother's song
A cursed chord stemmed to her navel
The flower I flung into her grave
We grew up the special cases
We got our love of open spaces
From our days upon the bog
And when the arrows went to mass on Sunday morn
We let a sorrow settle on the world
Like the early morning fog
We grew up the special cases
We got our love of ancient places
From our days upon the bog
And when the arrows went to class on Monday morn
We'd dance the sparrows balanced on the gorse
In the early morning fog
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