1956 Lyrics & Chords By The Great Wilderness

When the angel of death
gives birth to a child
the sky will be grey,
the moon will be bright
days and weeks
trying to save your children
taking control,
protecting the wounded.
These are the final
pages in this book
the things that you borrow,
the treasures you just took
repent on your knees
and you might escape from famine
deal or no deal,
burning the liars.