The Decemberists - Won't Want For Love (Margaret In The Taiga) lyrics

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Gentle leaves, gentle leaves <br>

Please array a path for me <br>

The woods are blowing thick and fast around <br>

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Columbine, Columbine <br>

Please alert this love of mine <br>

Let him know his Margaret comes along <br>

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And all this stirring inside my belly <br>

Won't quell my want for love <br>

And I may swoon from all this swaying <br>

But I won't want for love <br>

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Mistlethrush, Mistlethrush <br>

Lay me down in the underbrush <br>

My naked feet grow weary with the dusk <br>

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Willow Boughs, Willow Boughs, <br>

Make a bed to lay me down <br>

Let your branches bow to cradle us <br>

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And all this stirring inside my belly <br>

Won't quell my want for love <br>

And I may swoon from all this swaying <br>

But I won't want for love <br>

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Oh, my own true love <br>

Oh, my own true love <br>

Can you hear me, love? <br>

Can you hear me, love? <br>

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And all this stirring inside my belly <br>

Won't quell my want for love <br>

And I may swoon from all this swaying <br>

But I won't want for love <br>

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Won't want for love... <br>

Won't want for love... <br>

Won't want for love...<br>

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