Tristan Omand Hello, Good Morning
Hello, good morning, the night-time is gone
Passed is the darkness, high up is the sun
Sold are the acres, bulldozed are the homes
Sick are the children, dull are the hoes
Dry is the river, picked clean are the bones
Baled like the cotton, before it is sewn
Sent are the letters, thrown are the stones
Hello, good morning, the night time has come
Closed are the curtains, closed are the doors
Scared are the women, the men just look bored
Don’t need a reason, don’t need a fight
Tomorrow means leaving, and now means tonight
Hello, good morning, down is the feeling
Blue’s the horizon, and time we are stealing
Hands they’re a tremblin’ and knees they’re hurtin’
Thoughts they’re assembling,
And eyes, they’re a burnin’
Head for the high ground
Or die in the low ground
Hello, good morning
The night time is gone
