He who walks behind the rowswho watches all the showswho makes you make The Callshas summoned youTimeIt’s That Time of the yearwhen children should all fearwhen parents should draw nearHide The Oldest ChildFields are golden but the earth is red It must mean someone’s dead.On the road you see what’s left of themThat’s our price to … Continue reading Lyrics to “He Who Walks Behind The Rows”