The Crane Wife 3

And under the boughs unbowed

all clothed in the snowy shroud

She had no heart so hardened

All under the boughs unbowed

Each feather it fell from skin

'Til thread bare while 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

A grey sky, a bitter sting

A rain cloud, a crane on wing

All out beyond horizon

A grey sky, a bitter sting

And I will hang my head, hang my head low

And I will hang my head, hang my head low