เนื้อเพลง The Crane Wife 3 - The Decemberists

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, 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 raincloud, a crane on the wing
All out beyond horizon, oh
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