And under the boughs unbowed   All holding a snowy shroud   She had no heart, so hardened   All under the boughs unbowed      Each feather, it fell from skin   'Til threadbare and 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 with bitter skin   A rain cloud would rain on me   All out behind horizon, ohh   A gray sky of bitter skin      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      And I will hang my head   Hang my head low   And I will hang my head   Hang my head low      And under the boughs unbowed   All holding a snowy shroud   She had no heart, so hardened   All under the boughs unbowed