The Decemberists - The Bachelor And The Bride lyrics

rate me

There's a wrinkle in the water

Where we laid our first daughter

And I think the wind blows so sweetly there.

Over there.

And the windows and the cinders

And the willows in the timbers.

The infernal rattling of the rain

Still remains.

"But I," said the bachelor to the bride,

"Am not waiting for tonight.

No, I, I will box your ears

And leave you here stripped bare,

Stripped bare."

Hear the corncrakes and the deerhooves

And the sleet rain on the slate roof.

A medallion locked inside her hands.

In her hands.

And his fingers, are they telling

Of the barren of her belly?

Do his calluses cure her furrowed brow,

Even now?

"But I," said the bachelor to the bride,

"Am not waiting for tonight.

No, I, I will box your ears

And leave you here stripped bare,

Stripped bare."

"But I," said the bachelor to the bride,

"Am not waiting for tonight.

No, I, I will box your ears

And take your tears

And leave you, leave you here

Stripped bare."