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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

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,
‘til threadbare, 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.
And I will hang my head, hang my head low.

A gray sky, a bitter sting,
a rain cloud, 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.
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.
I will hang my head, hang my head low, low, low.

These are lyrics by The Decemberists, from 'The Crane Wife 3'. This was posted at 08:40 PM on 30 December 2006 .

Comments on The Decemberists - The Crane Wife 3

Julia

Thank you so much for posting these lyrics, it’s been in my head all day and I searched long and hard to figure out what I was humming…knowing only three words…

commented on Sat, Jan 27 2007, 12:08:07 AM :: permalink
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