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
And under the bowsunbelle I'll hold in the snowy shroud She had no heart so hardened All under the bowsunbelle Each feather it fell from skin 'Till thread
Oversættelse: The Decemberists. The Crane Wife 3.
And under the bowsunbelle I'll hold in the snowy shroud She had no heart so hardened All under the bowsunbelle Each feather it fell from skin 'Till
: And under the bowsunbelle I'll hold in the snowy shroud She had no heart so hardened All under the bowsunbelle Each feather it fell from skin 'Till