Here in the old country she    Grew up just as they said    Trying to make up for what was missing    As the land faded to red    Here in the old country hair falls    Coarsely round their necks    Having your wit about you    Can hurt more than it protects       So let the sugar cane ashes    Fall to your feet    Let it pile up around you    Til your in it waist deep    And when it all changes    And the harvest is large    Let it pile up to your shoulders    That dealt all them scars       With every fiber of his muscle    He bare down on her back    The cane would rip the air of its breath    And turned the sun black    She fall down to her knees    With out so much a whisper    Please save the child    Who knows not what she dreams       Red moon turns a red horizon    Words burning to leave the tongue       Here in the old country moon    It turns a blood red    A warning to all those    Who dare to forget       But burning of cane fires    Gives us the winters keep    And a barricade of burning tires    For those who dared to sleep       So let the sugar cane ashes    Fall to your feet    Let them pile up around you    Til your in it waist deep    And when it all changes    And the harvest is large    Let it pile up to your shoulders    That dealt all them scars    Red moon turns a red horizon    Words burnin' to leave the tongue    Red moon turns a red horizon    Words burnin' to leave the tongue