
And all the stars were crashing 'round as I laid eyes on what I'd found

But I was greedy, I was vain and I forced her to weaving

There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart

And I will hang my head, hang my head low.
This series of work depicts the Japanese fable of The Crane Wife as told by The Decemberists.
And all the stars were crashing 'round as I laid eyes on what I'd found
But I was greedy, I was vain and I forced her to weaving
There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart
And I will hang my head, hang my head low.