my head Hang my head low A gray sky, a bitter sting A rain cloud, a crane on wing All out beyond horizon A gray sky, a bitter sting And I will hang
And I will hang my head, hang my head low Her grey sky with bitter skin A rain cloud rain on me All out behind horizon, oh A grey sky of bitter skin
Fordítás: A Decemberists. A Crane Wife 3.
low And I will hang my head, hang my head low Her grey sky with bitter skin A rain cloud rain on me All out behind horizon, oh A grey sky of bitter skin
