The Plague Lyrics

There will be blue skies /

Above the green and fordid plain /

Churns will swell with fresh butter /

There will be an abundance of sweet grain /

And we will rise from our sleep /

We won't have time to choose what things we'll keep /

And rivers will all turn to blood /

Frogs will fall from the sky /

And the plague will rage /

Through the countryside /

Lalalala /

Lalalala /

La la la /

La la la /

La la la /

There will be cotton clouds /

Above the fields as white as cream /

There will be loud singing /

In the churches /

As we all come out to take one for the team /

And all our great schemes and plans /

Will slip like fishes from our hands /

And rivers will all turn to blood /

Frogs will fall from the sky /

And the plague will cover /

The country with its anger /

Lalalala /

Lalalala /

La la la /

La la la /

La la la /

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