the crane wife 3

one of my favorite songs
by one of my favorite bands
instantly puts me in a good mood :-)

"And under the boughs unbowed

All clothed in a snowy shroud

She had no heart so hardened

All under the boughs unbowed

Each feather it fell from skin

Till threadbare while she grew thin

How were my eyes so blinded?

Each feather it fell from skin

And I will hang my head, hang my head low

And I will hang my head, hang my head low

A gray sky, a bitter sting

A rain cloud, a crane on wing

All out beyond horizon

A grey sky, a bitter sting

And I will hang my head, hang my head low

And I will hang my head, hang my head low"

i know--not the most 'lifting' song
but the aesthetics (in all senses of the word) of the song

is pretty much amazing
sung from the soul, 
as cliche as that sounds
also says a bit about humility
(which is always good for my soul to remember every once in a while...)


as soon as i can figure how to posts songs to blogs,
i will post this one