Тексты песен The Decemberists

Bring out your weeping weeds Put on your ten-pint bowlers Bring out your weeping weeds We're burying Davy We're burying Davy Gather the screws and spades Oil up your mud-brown slicker Gather the screw

Take a long drive with me on California One, on California One. And the road a-winding goes from golden gate to roaring cliff-side, and the light is softly low as our hearts become sweetly untied bene

Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow, Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down. It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around. It comes around, it comes around

Second Voice: And all the while whispering arbors provide cover What previous witnessed ardors of our lovers Our heroine here falls prey to her abductor All a'gallop with Margaret slung rude 'cross w