A Farewell to Seasons

A year has passed
Long months of drought
We set out to clear the land
Before the cruel ban
The farmers pain
No one can feel
A farewell to the season
Yesterday it seems
The fields were full of grain
Year after year
Their take is all ours
A deadly effect
Of grass and grain
Father, send them in at once
Rebuke their cruel immolation
Defend not what we have
Or death granted at a slow pace
Travel at night along the riverside
The farmer's hand was led
By fears of danger and loss
Will the samurai ever come?
The samurai is coming
The samurai is coming
The samurai is coming
The samurai is comingA farewell to the season
Yesterday it seems
The fields were full of grain
Year after year
Their take is our loss
A deadly flood of grass and grain
Of grass and grain
Father, send the men at once
I refuse to glory in mutilation
Defending not what we have
Our death grinding at a slow pace