Margaret arrayed the rocks around the hull before it was sinking,
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A million stones, a million bones, a million holes within the chinking.
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And painting rings around your eyes these peppered holes so filled with crying.
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A whisper weighed upon the tattered down where you and I were lying.
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Tell me now, tell me this, A forest's son, a river's daughter,
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A willow on the willow wisp, our ghosts will wander all of the water.
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So let's be married here today these rushing waves to bare our witness,
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And we will lye like river stones rolling only where it takes us.
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Chorus:
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But I pulled you and I called you here,
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And I caught you and I brought you here.
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These hazards of love, never more will trouble us.
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Oh Margaret the lapping waves are licking quietly at our ankles
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another bow another breath this brilliant chill's come for the shackle.
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With this long last rush of air we speak our vows and sorry whispers,
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when the waves came crashing down, he closed his eyes and softly kissed her.
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But I pulled you and I called you here,
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And I caught you and I brought you here
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These hazards of love, never more will trouble us.
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And these hazards of love, never more will trouble us.
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The Hazards of Love 4
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| The Decemberists |
