At The Cut - The Cave Singers

Down these waves, I travel long, long days

See I tried so hard and I work so long

But oh lord, I’ve seen everything

The birds in the tree, the river’s wild dreams

You let me know

Down at the cut, the childrens' dark luck

They wait for me like birds in a row

But oh lord, the things I’ve been told

This river may be gone, still all the blue jays sing

You let me know

Oh, I swear to be brave

Oh, that curtain must be raised

Down on their luck, they’ll teach us dark love

She waits for me like a bird high above

But oh lord, the things I’ve been sold

This bible may be wrong, still flowers bloom in spring

You let me know

Oh, I swear to be brave

See that curtain must be raised

Down to the ground

They want me now

Soldiers run out

Oh I swear to be brave

Down to the ground

Soldiers run out

Soldiers run out

Oh, that curtain must be raised