Lyrics

potter's field

snow has blown to cover the stones
that wear in the weather
of witnesses passed
names remain
in granite grains
our history hides and
no one comes
no one comes

no flowers by the markers
by the highway no one hears
the years go slowly blowing through
we're nameless to the children
who mend the signs
and take the time
to knock before they kneel
down in
potter's field

months will bring another spring
we'll watch from the windows
out weariness casts
make our lists
and talk to the tourists
without a reply
we'll go walking on
talking on

with no flowers by the markers
by the highway no one hears
no tears for the corner cider stand
we're nameless to the children
who mend the signs
and take the time
to knock before they kneel
here in
potter's field

nameless for eternity
identities concealed
down in
potter's field...