Red is the colour
Of love and blood.
Hot lava bleeding from a
Wound in the earth,
Under the rhythm
Of a watchful moon.
Red is the colour
Of love and blood.
Roses with thorns,
Their new buds breaking
From the harsh bark
Of last year’s wood.
Red is the colour
Of love and blood.
Beneath the new corn,
Old blood and rust feeds their roots.
Here where the black crows scattered
And the larks sing again.
Red is the colour
Of love and blood.
The scream of birth,
Or the scream of knowing?
The sky is on fire
And the river is burning.
Red is the colour
Of love and blood.
Sat by the sea
A girl is singing.
‘Red is the colour
Of love and blood.’
Softly she sings
As the sun sets slowly.
‘Red is the colour
Of love and blood.
Red is the colour
Of love and blood.’
