Woven Hand - Last Fist Lyrics

What are you about
Say something secret
In an old order hush
Trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm
A homespun clapboard blackstrap thrush

Devoted loyal
Undertake the toil
Beware of what come natural
Undertake the spoil in a fist

It was cruel
And it came all too natural
As a younger child
A headstrong folklore straw rifle crutch
Thresh a crop defiles

In a fist full of sand
It came natural in a fist
Full of land

[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for correcting these lyrics]