And under the boughs unbowed    All clothed in a snowy shroud    She had no heart so hardened    All under the boughs unbowed       Each feather it fell from skin    'Til thredbare while 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, a bitter sting    A rain cloud, a crane on wing    All out beyond horizon    A gray sky, a bitter sting       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