The Crane Wife 3

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

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