Tilted Cross

There's a message that's been left

In the long grass by a stranger

Who's passed this way before

Planted seed from which we reap

A bitter harvest from his long forgotten war

I left my love in a grave

And I marked it with a cross

That will stand so straight and true

It's not alone in the shade of the valley

They're what remains of the ones we once knew

Walk with me, my child, but tread softly on this earth

Keep a close eye where your feet, they touch the ground

Watch out for the signs, and heed what they say

One false step and all is lost

In the land of the tilted cross

They lie beneath the needles of the forest

In the fields, where only shadows dare to play

Washed down from the slopes of the mountains

In the spring, when the snow melts away

So be sure when you go on your journey

Carry sticks; mark the place where they are found

Make a cross, and be sure that it's tilted

So that others don't step on this ground

Walk with me, my child, but tread softly on this earth

Keep a close eye where your feet, they touch the ground

Watch out for the signs, and heed what they say

One false step and all is lost

In the land of the tilted cross

I left my love in a grave

And I marked it with a cross

That stands so straight and true