Under the misletoe
Cuckoo shreaks
And woodswallow
I'll make my fire with you
Going to my fire with you
Under the curious gaze
Of a moon in a headlight haze
Towns people are disgraced
As you make a lover
Of me you do
Make a lover
Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands
Under his black beard i'm sleeping
His heart is a gambler
And me i'm a weeping willow
With my limbs so long
And i carry his heart in my song
Under a roof top steepled
A whittled girl meets her wooden maker
Oh carve a heart out of me sir
With his name writ in me
I am stirred
Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands
Inga Liljestrom - WHISHING BONE HANDS Lyrics
Inga Liljestrom - WHISHING BONE HANDS Lyrics
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Under the misletoe
Cuckoo shreaks
And woodswallow
I'll make my fire with you
Going to my fire with you
Under the curious gaze
Of a moon in a headlight haze
Towns people are disgraced
As you make a lover
Of me you do
Make a lover
Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands
Under his black beard i'm sleeping
His heart is a gambler
And me i'm a weeping willow
With my limbs so long
And i carry his heart in my song
Under a roof top steepled
A whittled girl meets her wooden maker
Oh carve a heart out of me sir
With his name writ in me
I am stirred
Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands
Cuckoo shreaks
And woodswallow
I'll make my fire with you
Going to my fire with you
Under the curious gaze
Of a moon in a headlight haze
Towns people are disgraced
As you make a lover
Of me you do
Make a lover
Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands
Under his black beard i'm sleeping
His heart is a gambler
And me i'm a weeping willow
With my limbs so long
And i carry his heart in my song
Under a roof top steepled
A whittled girl meets her wooden maker
Oh carve a heart out of me sir
With his name writ in me
I am stirred
Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands
Writer: Guillaume MAGNE, Inga LILJESTROM
Copyright: Lyrics © CHRYSALIS EDITION FRANCE, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © CHRYSALIS EDITION FRANCE, BMG Rights Management