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? (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