Bobby Long - BLOOD IN THE ORCHARD lyrics

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Bobby Long - BLOOD IN THE ORCHARD lyrics

smoke's flowing from the musty pit, with the breakers low and swelling coming from the orchard, we're losing him with all your woe, from the glory you have stolen and his that you have changed you may think that no one knows but your mother's gonna reap and then she'll sow you're not a duty of mine, you're there to walk your own line I'm gonna tell people I know someway you've been altered I see the blood flow red down in the orchard the trees are bound with oil and rags the fruit lies bitten and eaten on the damp floor the wings of birds have been clipped and picked to save themselves from carrying him away is this a glimpse of your troubled mind into the barren mist of murder and seduction