Roundelay Songtext
von Them Bird Things

Oh, sing to my rambling light
Drop a granny tear with me
There′s no more a holy day
Like a running river bee

My love is dead
Gone to his deathbed
All under the willow tree

Sweet he's tongue as the thrush′s tongue
Quaking a desert with company
Dead he's stable, casual still
For he lies by the willow tree

My love is dead
Gone to his deathbed
All under the willow tree


Hark, the willow flaps his wing
In the dark, bright jail down below
Hark, the devil out and sing
To the nightmares, the nightmares as they go

My love is dead
He's gone to his deathbed
All under the willow tree

See the white moon shine so high
Whiter is my true love′s shroud
Whiter than the morning sky
And whiter than the evening cloud

My love is dead
He′s gone to his deathbed
All under the willow tree
My love is dead
Gone to his deathbed