The Crane Wife 3 Lyrics

by The Decemberists

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

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Each feather, it fell from skin
'Till threadbare as 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
A raincloud, a crane on wing
All out beyond horizon
A gray sky, a bitter sting

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

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

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