Bitter Branches
Polly Jean Harvey
Bitter branches
Spreading out
There?s none more bitter
Than the wood
Into the wide world
It grows
Twisting under
Soldier?s feet
Standing in line
And the damp earth underneath
Holding up their rifles high
Holding their young wives
Who wave goodbye
Hold up the clear glass
To look and see
Soldiers standing
And the roots twist underneath
Their young wives with white hands
Wave goodbye
Their arms as bitter branches
Spreading into the world
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye...