Failing Farm

Gone is the garden (?), gone are the children whom we learned to water
And all the chicks died at dawn
starving in a feather pile of their dead mother

(?) straining soft curd draws
within the muslin cloth we hung to filter
And all the cows died in line
stretching the electric fence to the open pasture

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
Make love with yourself, the body can't tell
Nobody can tell, nobody can tell

Cradle (?) inside the hay loft, he climbs up the ladder
And all the bats died at once
fighting in a burning pile of the boys' (?)

There is a lesson: careless eyes (?
) the fruit out from behind the story
And all the kids lost (?
) clutching at their bellyaches from the poison berries

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
Make love with yourself, the body can't tell
Nobody can tell, nobody can tell

Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
Nobody can tell, nobody can tell
Make love with yourself, the body can't tell
Nobody can tell, nobody can tell