Sing news with passion of the pistol. Sing news of the warning by the whistle. A night so dark in the waning. A dawn obscured by slight sky raining. .
There's an island hidden in the sound. Lapping currents lay your boat to ground. Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their Arabesques. And sorrow fills the silence all around, you come and see.
And under the boughs unbowed. All clothed in a snowy shroud. She had no heart so hardened. All under the boughs unbowed. . Each feather, it fell from skin.
It was a cold night. And the snow lay low. 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.