It was a cold night and the snow lay 'round
I pulled my coat tight agasint the falling down
And the sun was all
The sun was all down
I am a poor man, I haven't wealth nor fame
I have my two hands and a house to my name
And the winter's so
The winter's so long
But all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I found
It was a white crane, it was a helpless thing
On a red stain with an arrow in its wing
And it called and cried
It called and cried so
But all the stars wew crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I found
And now I helped her and how I dressed her wounds
And how I held her beneath the rising moon
'Til she stood to fly
She stood to fly away
My crane wife, my crane wife
My crane wife
Arrived at my door in the moonlight
All star-bright and tongue-tied
I took her in
We were married
And bells rang sweet for our wedding
And our bedding was ready
When we fell in
Sound the keening hell
And see it's painted red
Soft as fontanel
The feathers in the thread
When all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife
We were poorly
Our fortunes fading hourly
And how she vowed me
She could bring it back
but I was greedy
I was vain and I forced her to weaving
On a cold loom in closed room
With down wove
Sound the keening hell
And see it's painted red
Soft as fontanel
The feathers in the thread
When all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife
There's a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart
There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart
Rakes at my heart
I pulled my coat tight agasint the falling down
And the sun was all
The sun was all down
I am a poor man, I haven't wealth nor fame
I have my two hands and a house to my name
And the winter's so
The winter's so long
But all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I found
It was a white crane, it was a helpless thing
On a red stain with an arrow in its wing
And it called and cried
It called and cried so
But all the stars wew crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I found
And now I helped her and how I dressed her wounds
And how I held her beneath the rising moon
'Til she stood to fly
She stood to fly away
My crane wife, my crane wife
My crane wife
Arrived at my door in the moonlight
All star-bright and tongue-tied
I took her in
We were married
And bells rang sweet for our wedding
And our bedding was ready
When we fell in
Sound the keening hell
And see it's painted red
Soft as fontanel
The feathers in the thread
When all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife
We were poorly
Our fortunes fading hourly
And how she vowed me
She could bring it back
but I was greedy
I was vain and I forced her to weaving
On a cold loom in closed room
With down wove
Sound the keening hell
And see it's painted red
Soft as fontanel
The feathers in the thread
When all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife
There's a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart
There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart
Rakes at my heart