The Decemberists - The Island: Come and See; The Landlord's Daughter; You'll Not Feel the Drowning lyrics
[The Decemberists - The Island: Come and See; The Landlord's Daughter; You'll Not Feel the Drowning lyrics]
Lapping currents lay your boat aground
Affix your barb and bayonet
The curlews carve their Arabesques
And sorrow fills the silence all around
Come and see
There's a harbor lost within the reeds
A jetty caught in overhanging trees
Among the bones of cormorants
No boot mark here nor fingerprint
The rivers roll down to a soundless sea
Come and see come and see
The tides will come and go
Witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure
Amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again come and see
Come and see
In the lowlands, nestled in the heath
A briar-cradle rocks it's babe to sleep
Its contents watched by Sycorax
And Patagon in parallax
A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep
Come and see come and see
The tides will come and go
Witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure
Amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again come and see
Come and see
As I was a ramble down by the water
I spied in sable the landlord's daughter
Produced my pistol, then my saber
Said "Make no whistle or
Thou will be murdered!"
Lord, lord
She cursed, she shivered, she cried for mercy
"My gold and silver if thou will release me!"
Lord, lord
"I'll take no gold miss, I'll take no silver
But, I'll take those sweet lips
And thou will deliver!"
Lord, lord
I will dress your eyelids
With dimes upon your eyes
Lay you close to water
Green your grave will rise
Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
Forget you once had sweethearts
They've forgotten you
Think you not on parents
They've forgotten too
Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
Hear you now the captain
Heave his sorrowed cry
The weight upon your eyelids
Is dimes laid on your eyes