The Queen's Rebuke / The Crossing Lyrics by The Decemberists
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The Queen
I'm made of bones of the branches the boughs and the bough beating light
Well my feet are the trunks, my head is the canopy
And my fingers extend to the leaves in the eves

And a bright, brighter shine
It's my shine

And he
Was a baby abandoned
Entombed in a cradle of clay
And I was a soul who took pity and stole him away
And gave him the form of a faun to inhabit

And a 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 rift and defiled
But the river is deep to the banks and the water is wild

I will fly you
To the far side
The Queen   I'm made of bones of the branches the boughs and the bough beating light   Well my feet are the trunks, my head is the canopy   And my fingers extend to the leaves in the eves      And a bright, brighter shine   It's my shine      And he   Was a baby abandoned   Entombed in a cradle of clay   And I was a soul who took pity and stole him away   And gave him the form of a faun to inhabit      And a 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 rift and defiled   But the river is deep to the banks and the water is wild      I will fly you   To the far side