And under the boughs unbowed

All holding a snowy shroud

She had no heart, so hardened

All under the boughs 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

A gray sky with bitter skin

A rain cloud would rain on me

All out behind horizon, ohh

A gray sky of bitter skin

And I will hang my head

Hang my head low

And I will hang my head

Hang my head low

And I will hang my head

Hang my head low

And I will hang my head

Hang my head low

And I will hang my head

Hang my head low

And I will hang my head

Hang my head low

And I will hang my head

Hang my head low

And I will hang my head

Hang my head low

And under the boughs unbowed

All holding a snowy shroud

She had no heart, so hardened

All under the boughs unbowed