Texty piesní The Decemberists

The Decemberists

The Queen's Rebuke/The Crossing

I'm made of bones, of the branches, the boughs and the bough beating light

Well my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy

And my fingers extend to the leaves in the eves

And a bright, brighter shine

It's my shine

And he was a baby abandoned entombed in a cradle of clay

And I was a soul who took pity and stole him away

And gave him the form of a faun to inhabit

A day, brightest day

It's my day

And you have removed this temptation that's troubled my innocent child

To abduct and abuse and to render her rift and defiled

But the river is deep to the banks and the water is wild

I will fly you to the far side