Brown Bird Smoke Rising Lyrics

Smoke rising up from the gate where they got her
To take her away from the face of her father
Bitter the break in the battles raging
To imitate all the sad old taken
Ain't no trace of the place where they brought her
A true tell tale your throat's on fire
Bones held kept with bailing wire
But some way you abated the buyer

Desecrating the names of the gods of their fathers
Elevating the shame and profaning the water Gravity guides every action downward
Averting the eyes like a mindless coward
With no sense of the place of their power
A true tell tale your throat's on fire
Bones held kept with bailing wire
Some way you abated the buyer

Smoke rising up from the gate where they got her
To take her away from the face of her father
There ain't no trace of the place where they brought her