Fatima Mansions - Greyhair Lyrics
Greyhair fool, shoes undoneThe fields aheadLeaves black as coalLandmark-free, no walls, no treesTo greet him on this night of his returnChorus:So who will love this lie on legsWho cant change skin and is not yet dead?The universal foreignerThe homeless greyhair sonScrambles blind up muddy slopeThen silent shakes before rusty gates--chorusTheres a house, its roof caved inA rusty wreck of carA lightning-blasted treeAnd a man who says, so here you are--The boy who broke the plough,Who struck his father down,Who told us to be damnedAnd betrayed us to the englishman!Who will love this lie on legs?On paving-stones Ive made my bedNot a living soul now speaks my nameBut here at least I have my shameI thought to come and taste once moreWhat the priestly fables all ignore:The un-eternal consequence, says the greyhair sonGreyhair fool, shoes undoneHilltop at dawnNow hews his ploughWind blows onThe soil is poisonHe sets to work, he and his ploughFinal union--he and his plough
