Right before the harvest a blackbird sings Look at them fools down there ain't got no wings Storm is a coming rain's about to fall Ain't no shelter round here for these children at all Scarecrow singing a song by Kevin Welch Thunder is rumbling as if the devil himself did belch Now the dirt is spattering turning into mud Erasing all traces of broken bones and blood All loose things end up being washed away All loose things end up being washed away All loose things end up being washed away Roosters in the cornstalks pecking at grains A peddler walks by says, "Why am I cursed like Cain? I'm all lust and furies doomed to sell my wares I think I'd been better off not saying prayers Old harlequins and pilgrims always will believe Was their savoir on a cross died between two thieves Ask them and they'll tell you the son was sacrificed To undo the sin of Eve that cost us paradise A dying crap shooter with whiskey on his breath Is betting inside numbers shootin' dice with death Says, "All I ever roll is deuces treys and twelve's" Blackbird says 'The gods can't save us from ourselves' All loose things end up being washed away