Hush now, baby, don’t lift your head,
The fields are sown, the earth is fed.
The blood we gave has turned to grain,
So sleep, old hunger, dream of pain.

If you wake, the wind will scream,
And call the lost to join your dream.
They’ll walk the rows, they’ll drag the plow,
But hush, dear baby… not now, not now.

If the barn begins to breathe again,
We’ll sing you quiet, count to ten.
If the counting fails to bind,
We’ll bury names you’ll never find.

Rest your eyes, the harvest’s red,
We’ve laid our offerings with the dead.
The moon will watch, the soil will keep,
So hush now, baby—
go back to sleep.