The Decemberists - The Queen's Rebuke/The Crossing lyrics

I'm made of bones of the branches
The boughs and the brow beating light
While my feet are the trunks and
My head is the canopy high
And my fingers extend to the
Leaves and the eave
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 who 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 reft and defiled
But the river is deep to the
Banks and the water is wild
I will fly you to the far side

The Crossing