Grass Will Grow (poem)

If you should take my child Lord

Give my hands strength to dig his grave

Cover him with earth

lord send a little rain

For grass will grow

If my house should burn down

So that the ashes sting the nostrils

Making the eyes weep

Then lord send a little rain

For grass will grow

But lord do not send me

Madness I ask for tears Do not send me moon hard madness

To lodge snug in my skull

I would you sent me hordes of horse

Galloping

Crushing

But do not break

The yolk of the moon on me.