Lord so far
I've lost my way
Laudation

on april ten the cotton was low
n'er a flower would my land grow
these rusted fields only yield sorrow

they tell me now that slavery's sin
well so says the manual on the cotton gin
soon I'll fold upon my kin
soon I'll fold upon my kin

rain is blood
take these fields and cast away
I am light
you can tell them who I am

come they did take him to war
to splay his skin on Georgia's shore
away he rode under angel's bright
upon the watery moonlight

now alone i earthly toil
i'd trade my soul for fertile soil
oh dear Jesus take my hand
and rid this land of soulless men
amen

rain is blood
take these fields and cast away
thief in the night
oh how nigh does draw the end