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 Till threadbare 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 gray sky, a bitter sting A rain cloud, a crane on wing All out beyond horizon A gray sky, a bitter sting And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low, low, low