Field After Field Songtext
von And Also the Trees

The thin moon frost
North pulling up oyster shells
Coins and rings lost
Hard pale green dusted fruit
Moves over her skin
In the shining grass
Plum trees blow
Their roots vein and flow


Soft shadows from afar
Cross his back
And the woods ring

The scent of hay
Drifts minutely away
Into the jet black rooms of the houses
A woman sitting in a field of clover
Her sundown head bowed over
A needle rising up
Her breath against him
The thin moon stars sweeping
Snake movement of their limbs sleeping
Night opens up field after field