Is this how they'll find her? Pale blue frock-coat, snagged full of needles Belly full of sunshine
And what will they do without him? (Without him) Now she's gone What will they do without him? (Without him)
The sheep on the hill allured in the darkness - The years of the darkness startled by thunder - Gathered for safety
They dressed her in wool-coats
And what will they do without him? (Without him) Now she's gone What will they do?
Her hair that was blonde is matted and brown The heft of her body impresses the ground Softened by rainfall, soaked right through The lightening sky and the darkening blue
And what will they do? Now she's gone
Give her your shoes, boy, lend her some threads, a fine line of linen stripped from your bed
What's with the face, child?
The smaller the bird, the closer it stood Coming still closer from the edge of the woods In the down of the den six hearts lie beating
The ground softens up and welcomes her in You've been gone so long, honey, where have you been? You are destined for better, surely nothing so cruel What once was unwritten 's dyed in the wool
Her hair that was blond is matted and brown The weight of her body impresses the ground Softened by rainfall, soaked right through The lightening sky and the darkening blue
Is this how they'll find her? Last ounce of courage Face full of sunshine