Greenhands - Sundara Karma

Always there when he needed them

So he buried them underground

Alone with the flowers now

Proud of his green hands and blood on his shoes

Then he prayed for the rain to come

Through the cracks in the autumn clouds

Armed with a watering can

Dreaming of the greenest field the bodies would grow

Running around

Have you seen Greenhands?

He’s up past the wall

Fooling us all

He’s the organic man

With no one to call

And he shops for the groceries

Just to talk with the other men

Sweating and stammering

Living just to reattach before he gets old

What can the soil teach?

What do the bodies learn?

A sad new afternoon

A dreary mark of solitude stuck under his roots

Running around

Have you seen Greenhands?

He’s up past the wall

Fooling us all

He’s the organic man

With no one to call

Running around

Have you seen Greenhands?

He’s up past the wall

Fooling us all

He’s the organic man

With no one to call

No one to call

Running around

Have you seen Greenhands?

He’s up past the wall

Fooling us all

He’s the organic man

With no one to call

Running around

Have you seen Greenhands?

He’s up past the wall

Fooling us all

He’s the organic man

With no one to call

No one to call