Here in the old country she nGrew up just as they said nTrying to make up for what was missing nAs the land faded to red nHere in the old country hair falls nCoarsely round their necks nHaving your wit about you nCan hurt more than it protects nnSo let the sugar cane ashes nFall to your feet nLet it pile up around you nTil your in it waist deep nAnd when it all changes nAnd the harvest is large nLet it pile up to your shoulders nThat dealt all them scars nnWith every fiber of his muscle nHe bare down on her back nThe cane would rip the air of its breath nAnd turned the sun black nShe fall down to her knees nWith out so much a whisper nPlease save the child nWho knows not what she dreams nnRed moon turns a red horizon nWords burning to leave the tongue nnHere in the old country moon nIt turns a blood red nA warning to all those nWho dare to forget nnBut burning of cane fires nGives us the winters keep nAnd a barricade of burning tires nFor those who dared to sleep nnSo let the sugar cane ashes nFall to your feet nLet them pile up around you nTil your in it waist deep nAnd when it all changes nAnd the harvest is large nLet it pile up to your shoulders nThat dealt all them scars nRed moon turns a red horizon nWords burnin' to leave the tongue nRed moon turns a red horizon nWords burnin' to leave the tongue