The Decemberists The Crane Wife, Part 3 Lyrics

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

Each feather it fell from skin
Until thread bare and 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 grey sky, a bitter sting
A rain could, a crane on wing
All out beyond horizon
A grey sky, a bitter sting

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

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