And Also The Trees Scarlet Arch (w S H Jones)
Lie in the pale summer heat Find a clock as it ticks Oh, to never sleep But the clock ticks so loud Like the cracking of whips Till the sun slowly heaves >From the blood hungry land To its heaven of blue Run, through the dust and the stones Like a stream as it flows Through the kingdom of peace But a beast roamed his head Like the aching of guilt As it bakes in the heat As its swollen tongue speaks Robs the old of their breath Hang beneath dawns scarlet arch Where the wind ever moans Like the slaveship it drifts