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The Decemberists - The Crane Wife 3

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 lyrics are by The Decemberists, from The Crane Wife 3. Posted at 3:40am on 1 December 2006.

Comments on The Decemberists - The Crane Wife 3

  1. 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 Sat 27 Jan 2007, 7:08:07 AM :: link
  2. Bj

    Julia,

    I Love this song. Thank you for posting the Lyrics. I heard on the movie trailer for “Sunshine Cleanup”. I think the movie will be really good. Thanks Again!

    Blessings,

    commented Mon 05 Jan 2009, 4:28:33 AM :: link
  3. don cox

    my dog died today, as I was carrying him to his grave this song was playing, he was a good dog

    commented Mon 15 Mar 2010, 4:00:32 AM :: link
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