Marianne Faithful, Nick Cave - The Crane Wife

And under the boughs unbowed All holding a snowy shroud She had no heart, so hardened All under the boughts unbowed Each feather, it fell from skin ’Til threadbare and 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