Ironwood Hymn

(mmmmm) Iron in the soil where the clover used to grow (ooh) Steam

on the water when the cold winds blow

We plow the ash and we sow the lead

Waiting for the mechanical harvest of the dead

Break the wood, melt the steel

Bound to the axle of the turning wheel (hey!) Sing to the

sky, scream to the stone

We are the copper and the rust and bone

Old hands clinging to the cold brass gear

We forgot the season,

we forgot the year (ahhh) No more rain,

only grease and dust

Every holy prayer turning into rust

(go!) Break the wood,

melt the steel

Bound to the axle of the turning wheel (hey!) Sing to the

sky, scream to the stone

We are the copper and the rust and bone

Return to the earth (return to the ground)