Bells of the Black Sunday

Lyrics
God

Down, down yonder, where the handle pans

In bowls of dust and throats of sand

With stammer jaws and hands of gauze and rust

They beg for a gool ol' song like a dog for crust

"Master, master, revive us a tale

Of the dandy ol' harvester what done lived in the vale

Oh, please, won'tcha, won'tcha, master, master, turn back the page

When the land was plum an' green and we got 'shine and wage?

Yes, we got 'shine and wage"

'Shine and wage?!

Now what do you think, children, do you think they deserve 'shine and wage?

Heed the story of The Swallow And The Other Birds

And the selfish and wicked harvester

Who pillaged the grains and poisoned the plains

'Til it drew from the vein of my vengeance

Cast from the highlands, my twisted black rollers came howling,

Lashing the faithless in spirals of dust, cloud, and sand.

The wicked harvester

Tempted the Heavens, now broken and barren his land

After a fall, I lifted my wings out of mercy

Generous me, but country dogs lack common sense

The wicked harvester

With seed bags went fixing to sow a further offense

How is my heart so forgiving?

My kindness could swallow you whole

God and His Ladies of Virtue

Pluck the seeds of evil by rake and by fist lest bells of The Black Sunday toll

Pluck the seeds of evil by rake and by fist lest bells of The Black Sunday toll

God

Seedlings were sown by the plow where a flock of birds nested

The wisest among them squawked "Peck every seed from the soot

The wicked harvester

Will be of our ruin if these bitter morsels take root"

Heedless, the little birds cackled and scoffed at their elders

But seeds grew to fiber and braided a venomous net

The wicked harvester

Captured the half-witted flock as they wept in regret

How is my heart so forgiving?

My kindness could swallow you whole

God and His Ladies of Virtue

Pluck the seeds of evil by rake and by fist lest bells of The Black Sunday toll

Pluck the seeds of evil by rake and by fist lest...

God

Ding-dang-ding!

How is my song so beguiling?

These pipes, they could swallow you whole

God and His Ladies of Virtue

Pluck the seeds of evil by rake and by fist lest bells of The Black Sunday toll

Pluck the seeds of evil by rake and by fist lest bells of The Black Sunday toll

God

Down, down, down come the winds

Round, round, round goes the dust

Black, black black is the Sunday

Crash, crash with the drums

Weep, weep, weep, wails the fife

Black, black, black!

Down, down, down come the winds

Round, round, round goes the dust

Black, black black is the Sunday, Alleluia!

God and Heaven

Crash, crash, crash with the drums (All children of Heaven sing, Alleluia!)

Weep, weep, weep, wails the fife (Borne of blood and cast of wing, Alleluia!)

Black, black, black is the Sunday, Alleluia! (Alleluia! Alleluia! Always Alleluia!)

Down, down, down come the winds (Hew The Word in hallowed halls, Alleluia!)

Round, round, round goes the dust (All good children never fall, Alleluia!)

Black, black black is the Sunday, Alleluia! (Alleluia! Alleluia! Always Alleluia!)

God

Black, black black is the Sunday, Alleluia!

Alleluia!

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