The Pixie Songtext
von O'Hooley & Tidow

Weary and broken, just about dead
Limbs stitched clumsily with needle and thread
Glinting and splintered, fragile and young
It′s 1917 and I'm done

Small like a sparrow, wiry and taut
Lionhearted Daisy, hunting recruits
The fallen, the injured, the dog beaten low
Teach me, Daisy, what you know

Daisy, oh my Daisy
Dancer in war
Daisy, you′re my Daisy oh
Knitting bones back to before

Dark-eyed, glowing, fresh from the pit
Raw-boned, hungry, ready for it
Thrashing, compulsive, willing it on
The dance of the bloodied
Still marching strong
Marching strong


Daisy, oh my Daisy
Dancer in war
Daisy, you're my Daisy oh
Knitting bones back to before

Daisy Daking
Marking the measure
Counting the tempo
Holding together
Thousands colliding
The tango of twisting
The waltz of the winner
The terror of losing
Giant swoop of tiny feathers
The greatness of small
The greatness of small
The roar of the kitten
The greatness of small

Daisy, oh my Daisy
Dancer in war
Daisy, you're my Daisy oh
Knitting bones back to before

Daisy where did you go