Wishing Bone Hands Songtext
von Inga Liljeström
Wishing Bone Hands Songtext
Under the misletoe
Cuckoo shreaks
And woodswallow
I′ll make my fire with you
Going to my fire with you
Under the curious gaze
Of a moon in a headlight haze
Towns people are disgraced
As you make a lover
Of me you do
Make a lover
Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands Under his black beard i'm sleeping
His heart is a gambler
And me i′m a weeping willow
With my limbs so long
And i carry his heart in my song
Under a roof top steepled
A whittled girl meets her wooden maker
Oh carve a heart out of me sir
With his name writ in me
I am stirred
Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands
Cuckoo shreaks
And woodswallow
I′ll make my fire with you
Going to my fire with you
Under the curious gaze
Of a moon in a headlight haze
Towns people are disgraced
As you make a lover
Of me you do
Make a lover
Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands Under his black beard i'm sleeping
His heart is a gambler
And me i′m a weeping willow
With my limbs so long
And i carry his heart in my song
Under a roof top steepled
A whittled girl meets her wooden maker
Oh carve a heart out of me sir
With his name writ in me
I am stirred
Oh how beautifully tied to you i am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands
Writer(s): Inga Lacey Liljestrom, Guillaume Magne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com