Young Bride lyrics

My young bride,

why are your shoulders like that

of a tired old woman,

like a tired old woman?

My young bride,

why are your fingers like that

of the hedge in winter,

of the hedge in winter?

Polonaise in winter,

snowshoes and hunters

carried the goods in for you.

My young bride,

why aren't you moving at all,

helps to make the day seem shorter,

helps to make the day seem shorter.

My young bride,

Why aren't you keeping with you

all the ones who really love you,

all the ones who really love you?

Polonaise in winter,

snowshoes and hunters

carried the goods in for you.

Darkness and forests grant you

the longest

face made for porridge and stew.

• Artist:Midlake
• Album:The Trials Of Van Occupanther