Fox Confessor Brings The Flood

"Fox Confessor Brings The Flood"Driving home I see those flooded fieldsHow can people not know what beauty this isI've taken it for granted my whole lifeSince the day I was bornClouds hang on these curves like meAnd I kneel to the wheelOf the fox confessor on splendid heelsAnd he shames me from my seatAnd on my guilty feetI follow him in retreatWhat purpose in these deedsOh fox confessor pleaseWho married me to these orphaned blues"It's not for you to know, but for you to weep and wonderWhen the death of your civilization precedes you."Will I ever see you againWill there be no one above me to put my faith inI flooded my sleeves as I drove home again