The Crane Wife, Pt. 3 Lyrics

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
'Till threadbare while 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 rain cloud, a crane on 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