The Briar Fields: Smoke Dragons

Smoke Dragons


Erin stood by Cagney at edge of the trench
Her bandanna wasn’t thick enough to fight the stench
The storm approached the clay fields – licking its lips before the dead
Orange water soaked their trousers as the hillside bled
I say a-ho…
Oh…
Oh… oh yeah

Terry built a doghouse out of an old oil drum
He made his son a promise, tying a string to his thumb
In the dirt his boy drew a picture of a great angelic swan
And Terry wept in anguish, for even they were gone
I say a-ho…
Oh…
Oh… oh yeah

Vincent blows his horn to greet the burning coach
While Sara whispers blessing, clasping her sliver brooch
Black clouds engulfed the ghost town – a child’s cry hung to the gust
Cagney leaned against his shovel as his joints began to rust
I say a-ho…
Oh…
Oh… oh yeah!

And all is quite in the swallowed night
Except for the screaming of the wind
Smoke dragons dance around the drifters' heads
As their campfire glows so dim
As their campfire glows so dim
As their campfire glows... so dim…
So, so, so dim…

I say a-ho…
Oh…
Oh… oh yeah!

I say a-ho…
Oh…
Oh… oh yeah!