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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Decemberists
The Decemberists
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Decemberists
The Decemberists
Producer
Tucker Martine
Tucker Martine
Producer
Christopher Walla
Christopher Walla
Producer
Rich Hipp
Rich Hipp
Assistant Recording Engineer
Roger Seibel
Roger Seibel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It was a cold night and the snow lay 'round I pulled my coat tight against the falling down And the sun was all, and the sun was all down And the sun was all, and the sun was all down I am a poor man, I have not wealth nor fame I have my two hands and a house to my name And the winter's so, the winter's so long And the winter's so, the winter's so long And all the stars were crashing 'round As I laid eyes on what I'd found It was a white crane, it was a helpless thing Upon a red stain with an arrow in its wing And it called and cried, and it called and cried so And it called and cried, and it called and cried so And all the stars were crashing 'round As I laid eyes on what I'd found My crane wife, my crane wife My crane wife, my crane wife Now I helped her and now I dressed her wounds And how I held her beneath the rising moon She stood to fly, she stood to fly away She stood to fly, she stood to fly away And all the stars were crashing 'round As I laid eyes on what I'd found My crane wife, my crane wife My crane wife, my crane wife My crane wife Arrived at my door in the moonlight All star bright and tongue-tied I took her in We were married And bells rang sweet for our wedding And our bedding was ready When we fell in Sound the keening bell, see it's painted red Soft as fontanelle, the feathers in the thread And all I ever meant to do Was to keep you My crane wife My crane wife My crane wife We were poorly Our fortunes fading hourly And how she loved me She could bring it back But I was greedy I was vain and I forced her to weaving On a cold loom in a closed room Down the hall Sound the keening bell and see it's painted red Soft as fontanelle, the feathers in the thread And all I ever meant to do Was to keep you My crane wife My crane wife My crane wife There's a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart It rakes at my heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart My crane wife
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