In the summer and in the dirt, where I love to love my work, to the women in the ground, I have laid another down, far from everyone to see. In the woods, they're free to scream. Oh, the Lord will find me here, rid of pleasure, guilt, and fear. So I left them in the sun and gave God glory when they burned. Oh, I hear them all the time. THey say that one day I'll get mine. So I've cut down all the trees, because their whispers are the breeze. Oh, the Lord will find me here, rid of pleasure, guilt, and fear.