Red Harvest

No man fears what he's seen grow Fear is the seed that we sow You'll feel an autumn wind a-blowin' through a Ripe, rolling field we'll be winnowin' For a Red harvest Another red harvest, oh Foul fodder fed to the sheep Fat for slaughter, ready to reap They blindly bleat in celebration (Do they know?) Their blood we'll use as irrigation For a Red harvest Another red harvest, oh Red Ah This harvest came in just fine It's rotten, but that's by design Please don't expect a cornucopia Our fruit tends to die on the vine We honest men of the fields Carry hate as our sword and faith as our shields We got a lot to do, ain't got a lot to say Good God, we might as well pray For a Red harvest Another red harvest, oh Red harvest, oh A red harvest Red harvest Another red harvest, oh