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Died in the Wool - David Sylvian
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
Now she's gone
What will they do without him
The sheep on the hill
The herd in the darkness
There is the darkness
Startled by thunder
Gathered for safety
They dressed her in wool coats
And what will they do without him
Now she's gone
What will they do
The 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 in 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're destined for better
Surely nothing so cruel
What was unwritten
Died in the wool
The hair that was blonde
Is matted and brown
The weight of her body impresses the ground
Softened by rainfall soaked right through
The lightening sky in the darkening blue
Is this how they'll find her
Last ounce of courage
Face full of sunshine
