[Downbeat Hook] Wake from the cup; there is no wine to pour, [Movement I] What the chewing left, the swarming took, What the swarming spared, the devourer stripped. Tell it to children, let memory keep The day when the vine wore white broken limbs. [Refrain] Wake from the cup; there is no wine to pour, The fig tree stands naked beside the ruined floor. [Movement II] The field is wasted, the ground has learned to mourn, Wheat bows empty and the barley is torn. No grain at the altar, no drink in the bowl, The priests hear silence where the offerings rose. [Movement III] Pomegranate, palm, and apple all fade, Joy dries out with the trees in their shade. Remember the swarm and the hunger it brings, [Coda] For a land without fruit has lost more than things. The fig tree stands naked beside the ruined floor. Wake from the cup; there is no wine to pour,