Ladies in the North

Ladies in the north with your kissing eyes
Loving homes are your fiery arms
Gazing through the buzz of the delta flies
Whispering to you of my present charms

Ladies in the north
With your worn-out leathers
Burning harpy feathers
Growing plants out of eggs
Blessed to be your grounds
And your crops forever
Celebrating the seasons
Dancing wild wild legs

Every time I’m closing, you treat me right
With your herbal infusions
And a piece of tart
Singing in return of your mighty legends
‘bout them wishing wells
You so bravely guard
Only for this time
Hear my news are darker
‘bout the fellow masters
And their hollow plans
Wanna poke the hills
Wanna poke the mountains
For the black blood to flow
Through your virgin lands