Killing Fields - Morne

Trees of winter cold

Cold breath and eyes left to wonder

Our dreams buried in the earth cold

I’m left to wander

I will find the way to bring the sun

And let this rain go away

Outside this wall our life

Has a long way to go

Trees of winter cold

Through killing fields, I crawl to you

To beg and plead

I crawl to you

To beg and plead