Remnants of Shields - Perfect Beings

In the foggy late morning

You feel a shade of warning

Tilling the fields

With remnants of shields

We carve shallow trenches of hope

Catching our sweat in small flasks

Appalachia

I fell in love with the girl

Spinning on a wheel

In Appalachia

The blind dogs of the sun

Running for their someone

Alerted by the smell

Diverted to foretell

What is coming down the road?

Could it be someone we know?

Could it be someone we’ve known

Someone we’ve known

Appalachia

Appalachia

I fell in love with the girl

Appalachia

Spinning on a wheel

Appalachia

In Appalachia

Appalachia