The Decemberists - A Bower Scene Lyrics

The Decemberists – A Bower Scene Lyrics 

Thou unconsolable daughter
Said the sister
When wilt thou trouble the water
In the cistern

And what irascible blackguard
Is the father

And when young Margaret’s waistline
Grew wider
The fruit of her amorous entwine
Inside her

And so our heroine withdraws
To the Taiga

[The Decemberists – A Bower Scene Lyrics]