And under the bowsunbelle I'll hold in the snowy shroud She had no heart so hardened All under the bowsunbelle Each feather it fell from skin 'Till thread bare and 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 Her grey sky with bitter skin A rain cloud rain on me All out behind horizon, oh A grey sky of bitter skin And I will hang my head, hang my head low And I will hang my head, hang my head low
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