Buried Men from Winter Songs by Sarah Arnold

Tracklist

3.	Buried Men	4:04

Lyrics

I am the golden wheat we threshed
Sewn by a man and woman, blessed
Now all alone, I wait for steps
From my beloved
Soft…she went

Goddamn you buried men
Your rotten apple flesh
Encased in icy breast
Left for the birds to peck

I am the fallen leaves unkempt
Blown by the wind from hell sent
Cold doesn’t keep me anymore
I wait for her…a winter moan

Goddamn you buried men
Your rotten apple flesh
Encased in icy breast
Left for the birds to peck