The Hazards Of Love 1
The Decemberists - 《The Hazards Of Love》
My true love went riding out
in white and green and gray
past the pale of office wall
where she was want to stray
she being full of charity
saught to right the faun's hind legs
when here her plans were vexxed
The tiger shifted strange
the beast began to change
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone
Fifteen lithsome maidens lay
Her hands clasped to her thigh
The prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone