There's a wrinkle in the water
Where we laid our first daughter
And I think the wind blows so sweetly there
Over there
And the windows and the cinders
And the willows in the timbers
The infernal rattling of the rain
Still remains
But I, said the bachelor to the bride
Am not waiting for tonight
No, I will box your ears
And leave you here stripped bare
Hear the corncrakes and the deerhooves
And the sleet rain on the slate roof
A medallion locked inside her hands
In her hands
And his fingers are they telling
Of the barren of her belly
And his callouses cure her furrowed brow
Even now
But I, said the bachelor to the bride
Am not waiting for tonight
No, I will box your ears
And leave you here stripped bare
But I, said the bachelor to the bride
Am not waiting for tonight
No, I will box your ears
And take your tears
And leave you, leave you here
Stripped bare