I sleep by the river
I rise with the sun
I follow the harvest
'Til season is done
The bread on your table
the sweat from my brow
will darken the furrows
in fields that I plow
I've lived with your promise
of fortune foretold
Like sand through my fingers
there's nothing to hold
I've buried your children
in privilege and gold
I tattoo a flower
with ink and a pin
Its there to remind me
the damage within
I'll put on my finest dress
in my finest hour
and search for the sweetness
and search for the power
I've followed with your promise
of fortune foretold
It slips through my fingers
there's nothing to hold
I've buried your children
in privilege and gold
We live in your heartland
on your fruited plain
Sleep by the highways
We work through the rain
The smell of your richness
the gleam of your cars
and I could have swallowed
the poison you are
We've lived with your promise
of fortune foretold
Like sand through my fingers
there's nothing to hold
We've buried your children
in privilege and gold
From the Pale Green Girl CD