ARLO, FOLK SONGS ARE SERIOUS

Another in our series of songs you've never heard, this one from back in 1988 or thereabouts...

BURNING TIRES, BURNING HAY

I went out singly to open the fence
That kept me from being where I was meant.
I pulled off a board, I pried off one more,
And I sat in the glow coming through.

Burning tires, burning hay
We are bringing in the water with the corn today.

I shimmied through the hole I had made,
Sucked in my stomach, slim as a blade.
Was borne to the rain, falling so white and plain,
And I sat in the puddles it formed.

Burning tires, burning hay
We are bringing in the water with the corn today.

What I looked on was neither a kingdom nor jail,
And no beaten signs read “Heaven” or “Hell.”
No high trumpets rang, no low bells did clang,
And the wicked and good were not ‘round.

Burning tires, burning hay
We are bringing in the water with the corn today.