The morning mist is burning slow
Blood od sons and brothers gonna flow
Tomorrow will I live,
I just don¹t know
Morning comes we march again
Into the fields of the killing man
Don¹t know where I¹m going
Or just where I been
At times I feel so alone
Hope to find my way back home
Mama I done asked the Lord
He told me, ³Son, I just don¹t know...²
Harvester of pain
I ain¹t the one to blame
Harvester of pain
Caught between the blue and the gray
Mama I done killed a man
Was told he wasn¹t part of the plan
Don¹t worry none
I be getting by best that I can
Every day¹s a living hell
The reapear be weaving his spell
Serageant take me aside
Tell me son, ³Peace ain¹t what we¹re here to sell...²
At times I feel so alone
Hope to find my way back home
Mama I done asked the Lord
He told me, ³Son, I just don¹t kow...²
Harvester of pain
I ain¹t the one to blame
Harvester of pain
Caught between the blue and the gray-