Snow Borne Sorrow - Nine Horses

Strip the branches

Unsheathe the hatchets

The threads of friendship

Are coming off

The teeth of lawyers

Man the trenches

Bands of betrothal

Are coming off

But if we’re good

If we’re kind

But if we’re good

Generous and kind

We’ll inhabit their sunsets

Their goddesses and queens

We’ll try to do the right thing

(Oh save them)

Oh save them

(Oh save them)

(Oh save them)

Oh save them

(Oh save them)

Let the children come to me

It’s a harrowing world

Of adults and girls

Lashing out at the hurt

That surrounds them

With the knives drawn apart

They shatter the heart

Of anyone that dares come between them

Let the children come to me

Once a playground of swings

Then the malice set in

And reduced all the colours to winter

So we made it our own

This snow borne sorrow

And this love that stutters and splinters

Let the children come to me

Her apostles have gone

They left one by one

With no forwarding address to trace them

It’s a secular world

Of adults and girls

And we ask because nothing is certain

Let the children come to me

When their feet touch the ground

Naked unbound

I want them to know they can trust me

There’s so much to be ungrateful for

Let the children come to me