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The Decemberists The Hazards Of Love

Thou unconsolable daughter said the sister When will thou trouble the water in the cistern And what irascible blackguard is the father And when young

and jaw Limber limbs akimbo Rest till rubbing raw Oh, my own true love Oh, my own true love Can you hear me love? Can you hear me love? Don't hold

And all the while whispering arbors provide cover What previous witnessed ardors of our lovers Our heroine here falls prey to her abductor All a gallop

you here (Didn't I? Didn't I? Didn't I?) These hazards of love never more will trouble us And these hazards of love never more will trouble us

I'm Made of bones of the branches The boughs and the brow-beating light While my feet are the trunks And my head is the canopy high And my fingers

Colin: Mother I can hear your foot-fall now Soft disturbance in the dead-fall how It proceeds you like a black smoke pall Still the wanting comes in

I'm made of bones of the branches the boughs and the brow-beating light While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high And my fingers extend

legs When here her plans were vexxed The tiger shifted strange The beast began to change Singing Oh, oh The hazards of love Singing Oh, oh oh oh The hazards of love

to ash And buried in an urn But father I return Singing ooooh the hazards of love Singing ooooh the hazards of love The hazards of love The hazards of love