I See The Barley MovingAs The Mower Finds Their PaceI See The Line AdvancingWith A Steady Timeless GraceAnd There's Passion In Their EyesAnd There's Honour In Their FaceAs They Scythe Down The CastlesAnd The CourtsBlame It On The FathersAnd The FathersBlame It On The SonsBlame It On The PoppiesAnd The PainBlame It On The GeneralsBlame It On Their GunsBlame It On The ScarecrowAnd The RainI Smell The Smoke Of StubbleWhen The Harvest Is Brought DownI See The Fire A-BurningAs It Purges All AroundAnd The Field Is Turned To AshesAnd The Only Living SoundAre The SkylocksAs They Try To Reach The SunBlame It On The FathersBlame It On The SonsBlame It On The SonsBlame It On The PuppiesAnd The PainBlame It On The GeneralsAnd Blame It On Their GunsBlame It On The ScarecrowAnd The RainSee The Bobwhite RoaringLike A Brown Bird In The RainBlame It On The LandSee A Fountain Turn To A FortressAnd The Future Turn To SandI See A Meadow Turn To MudAnd From It Grows A HandLike A ScarecrowThat Has Fallen In The RainBlame It On The FathersBlame It On TheyРEssonsBlame it onthe poppies and thepainBlame it on the generalsand blameit on their gunsand blameit on the scarecrowand the ratguitar sologuitar soloBlame it onBlame it on the fathersBlame it on their sonsBlame it on the poppies and the painBlame it on the generalsAnd blame it on their gunsBlame it on the scarecrow and the rainBlame it on the scarecrow and roast and roastBlame it on the scarecrow and the rainBlame it on the scarecrow and the rainBlame it on the scarecrow and the rainAndy 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.