Thistle and Weeds - The Parables of Christ and Mumford & Sons Mumford and Other Observations

We continue our discussion of the album Sigh No More by examining Thistle and Weed's connections to Christ's parables.

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“Thistle and Weeds” Lyrics



Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams

‘Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams

I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind



Alone in the wind and the rain you left me

It’s getting dark, darling, too dark to see

And I’m on my knees and your faith in shreds it seems



Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown

I know you have felt much more love than you’ve shown

I’m on my knees and the water creeps to my chest



But plant your hope with good seeds

Don’t cover yourself with thistle and weeds

Rain down, rain down on me



Look over your hills and be still

The sky above us shoots to kill

Rain down, rain down on me



I will hold on, I will hold on hope



I begged you to hear me, there’s more than flesh and bones

Let the dead bury the dead

They will come out in droves

But take the spade from my hand, and fill in the holes you’ve made



Plant your hope with good seeds

Don’t cover yourself with thistle and weeds

Rain down, rain down on me