When we arrive, sons and daughters We We We These currents pull us Steady your boats, arms to shoulder Making this cold harbor now home Take up your
You belong to the gang and you say you can't break away But I'm here with my hands on my heart And our families can't agree, I'm your brother's sworn
Ramblin', where to begin I taste the summer on your peppery skin Been saved the warmer the waves I felt a slip into a watery grave My girl, linen and
There's an island hidden in the sound Lapping currents lay your boat to ground Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their Arabesques And sorrow
stood to fly away And all the stars crashing 'round As I laid eyes on what I'd found My crane wife, my crane wife My crane wife, my crane wife My crane wife
The Shankill Butchers ride tonight You better shut your windows tight They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives And taking all their whiskey
Sing news with passion of the pistol Sing news of the warning by the whistle A night so dark in the waning A dawn obscured by slight sky raining Five
With all the grain of Babylon To cultivate, to make us strong And hidden here behind the walls Are shoulders wide and timber on 'Til the war came 'Til
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
Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet A sweetheart left behind Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas That's where my true love lies Look
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
fly away And all the stars were crashing 'round As I laid eyes on what I'd found My crane wife, my crane wife My crane wife, my crane wife [2] My crane wife
Tercüme: Decemberists. Crane Wife 3.
Tercüme: Decemberists. Crane Wife 1 ve 2.
And after the bombs subside And this long, low campaign Calls it good for the night We meet in the streets Will we meet in the bar's cold light? We
Cut him up, boy You've got to cut him up, boy. He's a wicked disgrace, And he said it to your face You better cut him up boy. Take by the teeth, Get
So it started in your ovaries A stone, a seedling Our bones entwined A warning from the orderlies A bulge for bleeding This will take it's time So it
You belong to the gang And you say you can't break away But I'm here with my hands on my heart Our families can't agree I'm your brother's sworn enemy