On the Threshing Floor

On the Threshing Floor


That widow’s not from here 

She’s poor but shows no fear 

Say, foreman, look away 

From standing sheaves, I pray 

Where you stay, I’ll stay 


Been bitterer for you 

Now one where once was two 

Sop up the sour wine 

Her man was of his line 

Where you die, I’ll die 


On the threshing floor 

Come on, baby, make me scream for more 

Make me tremble to my very core 

On the threshing floor 


The barley, men will reap 

Till overcome with sleep 

With perfume and a bath 

Pens husband’s epitaph 

Winnow off the chaff 


At midnight, so discrete 

She lay down at his feet 

He woke up to a dream 

Her lands he will redeem 

What I reap you glean 


On the threshing floor 

Swept with fervor like you’re waging war 

Bellow deeply like a lion’s roar 

On the threshing floor



Release date: May 16, 2018


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Album art by Nat Freeman