Paroles de Whishing bone hands

Under the misletoe
Cuckoo shreaks
And woodswallow
I'll make my fire with you
Going to my fire with you

Under the curious gaze
Of a moon in a headlight haze
Towns people are disgraced
As you make a lover
Of me you do
Make a lover

Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands

Under his black beard i'm sleeping
His heart is a gambler
And me i'm a weeping willow
With my limbs so long
And i carry his heart in my song

Under a roof top steepled
A whittled girl meets her wooden maker
Oh carve a heart out of me sir
With his name writ in me
I am stirred

Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands