from fields of corn...

her pregnant gut she chose to hide
until the day ordained to die
when all the earth did open wide
and let them out from deep inside


then those with wings who just were born
when from her deep dark womb were torn
did rise at last from fields of corn
to summon forth a new day’s morn


the waters rose and washed away
the hearts of those who could not stay
who with their deeds did dark the days
and prayers alone could not them save

sweet sweet clover...

got me achin’ and hurtin’ all over
think i want me some of that sweet clover 

got me hurtin' with all that sweet flirtin'
got me achin’ an’ my heart’s all shakin’

achin’ in places sun ain’t seen
ain’t no need ta be so mean

hurtin’ in places love ain’t been
since i don’t even know when

achin’ hurtin’ ain’t there no end
all this ill i can’t comprehend

got me achin’ and hurtin’ all over
gimme a taste o’ yur sweet sweet clover

whisper all them little sweet nothin’s
come on now and gimme some lovin’