Blood and Bones (Ciderdelica mix)

We carved wood and stones to see through their eyes
With roots in the soil are traces beyond time
I held her close to the midsummer's morn
A light split the sky and the seed moved through the corn
Placed for the heart and the soul
Fashioned with cuts from the corn
And high in the eaves in the homes
In shaping the sheaf, who strikes the final blow

Oh, they're grinding at the stone
And oh, to receive my blood and bones

And to combine this dark into light
The feast feeds the soil oaks burning for their eyes
Fresh from the fields and down through the fair
With branches of green, yellow flowers for her hair

Faces shone green into gold
It's there in the trees that they roam
Projecting their leaves through a smile
Of carved wood and stones, blank spaces for their eyes

Oh, the carving of the stone
Oh, to receive my blood and bones
Oh, the grinding at the stone
And oh, to receive my blood and bones