Wickerbird The Crow Mother lyrics

brother I
married in the grove
passed awhile,
ferried to the shore
you took to the floor
and there, carried on
brother I
never let you know

her tongue
her teeth
were all i know
her cigarettes
were fabled
i took
my hands
upon the stove,
my silhouette
all sable

and i told you,
told you,
told you,
what I told you before
in the wold you,
wold you,
wold you,
in the wold you
will grow

the pyre,
the pine,
were growing high,
the crow that hide

in stables
the words
i find,
from garden-wights
i carved them
in your table

and i told you,
told you,
told you,
what I told you before
in the wold you,
wold you,
wold you,
in the wold you
will grow




and don't break home
to prove you're not alone
they wont let go
the songs are never gone
though their tongues are painted on

and don't break home
to prove you're not alone
they wont let go
the songs are never gone
though their tongues are painted on