Decemberists The Queen's Rebuke - The Crossing
[Queen:]
I'm made of bones of the branches, the boughs, and the
brow-beating light
Oh, my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high
And my fingers extend to the leaves and the eaves and the
bright
Brightest shine, it's my shine
And he was a baby, abandoned entombed in a cradle of clay
And I was the soul that took pity and stole him away
And gave him the form of a fawn to inhabit by day
Brightest day, it's my day
And you have removed this temptation that's troubled my
innocent child
To abduct and abuse and to render her rift and defiled
But the river is deep to the banks and the water is wild
But I will fly you to the far side
