The Decemberists - The Landlords Daughter lyrics

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The Decemberists - The Landlords Daughter lyrics

There's an island hidden in the sound Lapping currents lay your boat to ground Fix your barb and bayonet The curlews carve their Arabesques And sorrow fills the silence all around Come and see There's a harbor lost within the reeds A jetty caught in over-hanging trees Among the bones of cormorants No boot mark here, nor finger prints The rivers roll down to a soundless sea Won't you come and see, come and see The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye Who rose like the wind Though we know for sure amidst this fading light We'll not go home again You come and see, come and see In the lowlands nestled in the heat A brier cradle rocks it's babe to sleep Its contents watched by Sycorax And paragon in parallax A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep You come and see, come and see The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye Who rose like the wind Though we know for sure amidst this fading light We'll not go home again Come and see, come and see As I was rambled down by the water I spied in sable the landlord's daughter Produced my pistol, then my saber So make no whistle or thou will be murdered Love, love She cursed, she shivered, she cried for mercy "My gold and silver if thou will release me" Oh, love, love I'll take no gold miss, I'll take no silver I'll take those sweet lips, and thou will deliver Oh, love, love I will dress your eyelids with dimes upon your eyes Laying close to water, green your grave will rise Go to sleep little ugly, go to sleep you little fool Forty-winking in the belfry You'll not feel the drowning, you'll not feel the drowning Forget you once had sweethearts, they've forgotten you Think you not on parents, they've forgotten too Go to sleep now little ugly, go to sleep now you little fool Forty-winking in the belfry You'll not feel the drowning, you'll not feel the drowning Go to sleep now little ugly, go to sleep now you little fool Forty-winking in the belfry You'll not feel the drowning, you'll not feel the drowning Hear you now the captain, heed his sorrowed cry "Weight upon your eyelids is dimes laid on your eyes