This is the last ditch ever I dug

Once there were motives but they have been lost

Dig through the sand still you end at the rock

This is the ditch that I dug



These are the blankets that we should have worn

Now marrow is soaking and taken with cold

Us rag and bone merchants have just greed to lose

This is the ditch that I dug



The ditch it lies empty and waits for your laugh

My head was your shovel and I was your back

And sweat made the river that cut through the flat

This is the ditch that I dug

This is the ditch that I dug



The crows haven't eaten the scraps they were fed

The crows they stay honest and keep to themselves

Their silence infected my stitches gone loose

There will be rain today, yes

There will be rain today