Keepers

We’ve been sown, grown here on the soil

With roots that burrow deep

We’ve been long left, but edges of the coil now

Closer ever creep

Elders, tellers, keepers of the bygone

Treasures of the dirt

Brush and string we and scribble and we sing

And dig for the annals of the earth

And we try try try

To keep a little beauty in the world

All that died died died

We keep it in our hands

In their dark clouds, blackening the sun

They came down to the shores

Motors hard, loud

Beaten, overcome

No peace here anymore

Bridges rigid, wicked are the pillars

Push us till we fall

Prophet’s lies burn craving in their eyes still

Casting a shadow over all

And we try try try

To keep a little beauty in the world

All that died died died

We keep it in our hands

Oh we are the fading voice

(We are the elders, tellers)

Oh we keep it in our hands

Oh

We tell it to the page

Oh

We never let it fade

And we try try try

To keep a little beauty in the world

All that died died died

We keep it in our hands

Oh we are the fading voice

(We are the elders, tellers)

Oh keep it in our hands