Under the misletoe
Cuckoo shreaks
And woodswallow
I'll make my fire with you
Going to my fire with you
Under the curious gaze
Of a moon in a headlight haze
Towns people are disgraced
As you make a lover
Of me you do
Make a lover
Oh how beautifully tied to you I am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands
Under his black beard I'm sleeping
His heart is a gambler
And me I'm a weeping willow
With my limbs so long
And I carry his heart in my song
Under a roof top steepled
A whittled girl meets her wooden maker
Oh carve a heart out of me sir
With his name writ in me
I am stirred
Oh how beautifully tied to you I am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands
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