Bowerbirds - Human Hands lyrics

When I wake, I wake by the brook To an untamed thunder And the northern flicker flash about As the soup in the sky grows thicker But I tip my cap and curtsy, and I take no offense Because there is no hate in your darkest cloud, no ill intent Yet there is hate all around On its hind legs, rears this storm, and the pines bend from its wily sword Yet there is no war, no war No quarrel here at all And the deer shake in their hooves and shield their fawn And when the rain comes, the rain comes No judgement falls Yet there is hate all around There's a rusty prick in the tall gra** Where the barbed wire waits for a blind horse in a gallop and its sealed and sudden fate There is hate in the grip of our human hands There is hate in the grip of our human hands There is hate in the grip of our human hands Yes, there is hate all around