annan water
Singer:decemberists, the
you loom so deep and wide
if you would stem the tide
that i might ford the other side
to reach the farther shore
where my true love lies in wait for me
and bite against the bridle
if mine own horse is pulled from me
though my mother cries that if i try
you may render me a wreck
and you may have my precious bones on my return
oh hear my true love's call
that my two arms could give me wing
and i would cross your breath
and rest my breast about her amber ring
you may render me a wreck
and you may have my precious bones