Brother sleeps in the orchard there
Under the loam at high behest
Now harvest rich is my despair
The earth's wealth is for all to share
Throughout the lands our fruits are best
Brother sleeps in the orchard there
Our pears are gold, our apples rare
Cold, dry bones among roots do rest
Now harvest rich is my despair
Our croplands are beyond compare
Rich with life, and magic possessed
Brother sleeps in the orchard there
The leaves bring screams through the night air
From all below, betrayed, distressed
Now harvest rich is my despair
'neath stone and soil his life was pressed
By flesh and blood the land was blessed
Brother sleeps in the orchard there
Now harvest rich is my despair
