I See The Barley Moving
As The Mower Finds Their Pace
I See The Line Advancing
With A Steady Timeless Grace
And There's Passion In Their Eyes
And There's Honour In Their Face
As They Scythe Down The Castles
And The Courts
Blame It On The Fathers
And The Fathers
Blame It On The Sons
Blame It On The Poppies
And The Pain
Blame It On The Generals
Blame It On Their Guns
Blame It On The Scarecrow
And The Rain
I Smell The Smoke Of Stubble
When The Harvest Is Brought Down
I See The Fire A-Burning
As It Purges All Around
And The Field Is Turned To Ashes
And The Only Living Sound
Are The Skylocks
As They Try To Reach The Sun
Blame It On The Fathers
Blame It On The Sons
Blame It On The Sons
Blame It On The Puppies
And The Pain
Blame It On The Generals
And Blame It On Their Guns
Blame It On The Scarecrow
And The Rain
See The Bobwhite Roaring
Like A Brown Bird In The Rain
Blame It On The Land
See A Fountain Turn To A Fortress
And The Future Turn To Sand
I See A Meadow Turn To Mud
And From It Grows A Hand
Like A Scarecrow
That Has Fallen In The Rain
Blame It On The Fathers
Blame It On TheyРEs
sons
Blame it on
the poppies and the
pain
Blame it on the generals
and blame
it on their guns
and blame
it on the scarecrow
and the rat
guitar solo
guitar solo
Blame it on
Blame it on the fathers
Blame it on their sons
Blame it on the poppies and the pain
Blame it on the generals
And blame it on their guns
Blame it on the scarecrow and the rain
Blame it on the scarecrow and roast and roast
Blame it on the scarecrow and the rain
Blame it on the scarecrow and the rain
Blame it on the scarecrow and the rain
Andy Findon there with his fantastic setting of Vaughan Williams' Lark Ascending.
We're going to leave you with that. It's very difficult, impossible to follow that.