To The North Lyrics - Ganggajang

To the north are the canefields, seas of waving green 

And then the fires come, and burn the water 

It's a sight to be seen 

The men in slouch hats reap the harvest 

Brown sticks they place in cages 

And then the trains hiss, they carry bounty 

From the furnace to the mill 

Stick men silhouettes bend against the flame, 

Shout above the crackle crunch.