Waist high in the wild oats
Goose-grass burrs on his old coat
A knife tears through his throat.


Sunlight sparkles in the old stones by the wall
Surprise in his eyes as he begins to fall

Across his hand an ant crawls
It's been a long time coming.


Himmancame
Himmancame
Bringemin now bringemin

Himmancame
throughthewheat himmancame


Seems a long time
That the dawn's been coming
Spreading down through the sky

Reflected in his eyes
And could it be
That I can smell the blood on this breeze

It's been a long time coming.

Himmancame

Himmancame
Bringemin now bringemin
Himmancame

throughthewheat now
cutyou


It's been a long time coming.