Joseph, in the fields day and night
Wand'ring at the edge of madness
Wondering what to sacrifice
That the good Lord would give back
What He hath taken away
Longing for her letter, that he may form the words
I love you, I am lost, instead he slips further
From the good Lord, who saw his love, and slew her
Joseph, in the fields day and night
Sauntering betwixt the dark and light
E'er since the eve of sacrifice
Blaspheming the Devil who stole her life
Who quieted the candle 'fore she had a chance to guide
His heart from the depths of lunacy, now
His only company, the moon and tides
Rushing against the cliff where she died
It's better to stay in the fields, he'd lie
Better to stare down Satan, or God
Or his own mind, whoever took her
And left Joseph to work the fields day and night.
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