Tilted Cross

There’s a message that’s been left in the long grass by a stranger who’s passed
this way before
Planted seed from which we reap a bitter harvest from his long forgotten war
I left my love in a grave and I marked it with a cross that will stand so
straight and true
It’s not alone in the shade of the valley, they’re what remains of the ones we
once knew
Walk with me my child but tread softly on this earth
Keep a close eye where your feet they touch the ground
Watch out for the signs and heed what they say
One false step and all is lost
In the land of the tilted cross
They lie beneath the needles of the forest, in the fields where only shadows
dare to play
Washed down from the slopes of the mountains in the Spring when the snow melts
away
So be sure when you go on your journey, carry sticks, mark the place where they
are found
Make a cross and be sure that it’s tilted so that others don’t step on this
ground
Walk with me my child but tread softly on this earth
Keep a close eye where your feet they touch the ground
Watch out for the signs and heed what they say
One false step and all is lost
In the land of the tilted cross
I left my love in a grave and I marked it with a cross that stands so straight
and true