Right before the harvest a blackbird sings Look at them fools down, they ain't got no wings Storm is a-coming, rain's about to fall Ain't no shelter 'round here for these children at all Scarecrow singing a song by Kevin Welch Thunder is rumbling as if the devil himself did belch Now the dirt is splattering, turning into mud Erasing all traces of broken bones and blood All loose things end up bein' washed away All loose things end up bein' washed away All loose things end up bein' washed away Rooster's in the cornstalks pecking at grains A peddler walks by, he says, “Why am I cursed like Cain? I'm all lust and furies, doomed to sell my wares I think I'd been better off not sayin' prayers Old harlequins and pilgrims always will believe Was their savior on a cross that died between two thieves Ask them and they'll tell you the son was sacrificed To undo the sin of Eve that cost us paradise All loose things end up bein' washed away All loose things end up bein' washed away All loose things end up bein' washed away A dying crap shooter with whiskey on his breath Is bettin' inside numbers, shootin' dice with death He says, “All I ever roll is deuces, treys, and twelves” Blackbird says, "The gods can't save us from ourselves" All loose things end up bein' washed away All loose things end up bein' washed away All loose things end up bein' washed away