Died In The Wool

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?
Now she’s gone
What will they do without him?

The sheep on the hill
The herd in the darkness
Startled by thunder
Gathered for safety

They dressed her in wool coats
And what will they do without him?
Now she’s gone
What will they do..?

The 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 in 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’re destined for better
Surely nothing so cruel
What was unwritten
Died in the wool

The hair that was blonde
Is matted and brown
The weight of her body impresses the ground
Softened by rainfall, soaked right through

The lightening sky in the darkening blue
And what will they do, now she’s gone?

Is this how they’ll find her?
Last ounce of courage
Face full of sunshine

 

(taken from brokensky.net)