The Crane Wife 3 by The Decemberists

[dreamstylus]

And under the boughs unbowed
All clothed in a snowy shroud
She had no heart so hardened
All under the boughs unbowed

Each feather it fell from skin
'Till thread bare while she grew thin
How were my eyes so blinded?
Each feather it fell from skin

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low

A gray sky, a bitter sting
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Comments

[anonymous]

That whole record is freaking beautiful. I love "O Valencia"