Was my mother who murdered me
And my father who ate of me
Was my sister, Maiggory,
Who all my bones in pieces found
Them in a handkerchief she bound
And laid them under the juniper tree
Was my hatred that murdered me
The sweet tomorrow that never leaves
Painful sorrow no one can see
But all my bones in pieces found
Them in a handkerchief she bound
And laid them under the juniper tree
Kuwit, kuwit, kuwit I cry what a beautiful bird am I
What a beautiful bird am I
Now your gone the door was shut
Said our bond was as thick as blood
And that you'd love me no matter what
And all my bones in pieces found
Them in a handkerchief she bound
And laid them under the juniper tree
Kuwit, Kuwit, Kuwit I cry what a beautiful bird am I
What a beautiful bird am I
The fantastic indie folk songs on the latest from Gold Dust are slathered in gallons of echo, making them feel titanic and 200 feet tall. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 6, 2022