the crane wife 1 and 2

• the decemberists'in the crane wife albümünde yer alan ve bir japon halk hikayesini anlatan şarkı(lar). hikayenin sonu ve albümün açılış parçası^* için (bkz: the crane wife 3)
  
  it was a cold night
  and the snow lay 'round
  i pulled my coat tight
  against it falling down
  and the sun was all...
  and the sun was all down
  and the sun was all...
  and the sun was all down
  
  i am a poor man
  i haven't wealth nor fame
  i have my two hands
  and a house to my name
  and the winter's so...
  and the winter's so long
  and the winter's so...
  and the winter's so long
  
  and all the stars were crashing 'round
  as i laid eyes on what i'd found
  
  it was a white crane
  it was a helpless thing
  upon a red stain
  with an arrow in its wing
  and it called and cried...
  and it called and cried so
  and it called and cried...
  and it called and cried so
  
  and all the stars were crashing 'round
  as i laid eyes on what i'd found
  
  my crane wife
  my crane wife
  my crane wife
  my crane wife
  
  and now i helped her
  and now i dressed her wounds
  and now i held her
  beneath the rising moon
  and she stood to fly...
  and she stood to fly away
  and she stood to fly...
  and she stood to fly away
  
  and all the stars were crashing 'round
  as i laid eyes on what i'd found
  
  my crane wife
  my crane wife
  my crane wife
  my crane wife
  
  my crane wife arrived at my door in the moonlight
  all starbright and tongue-tied i took her in
  we were married and bells rang sweet for our wedding
  and our bedding was ready and we fell in
  
  sound the keening bell
  and see it's painted red
  soft as fontanelle
  the feathers in the thread
  and all i ever meant
  to do was to keep you
  my crane wife
  my crane wife
  my crane wife
  
  we were poorly, our fortunes fading hourly
  and how she loved me, she could bring it back
  but i was greedy, i was vain and i forced her to weaving
  on a cold loom in a closed room, down the hall
  
  sound the keening bell
  and see it's painted red
  soft as fontanelle
  the feathers in the thread
  and all i ever meant
  to do was to keep you
  my crane wife
  my crane wife
  my crane wife
  
  there's a bend in the wind
  and it rakes at my heart
  there is blood in the thread
  and it rakes at my heart
  my crane wife
• uzun süren bir the decemberists şarkısı. 11 dakika falan.
• istanbul'daki bu (nispeten) serin yaz gecesinde dinledigimde bana isvec'te gecen bilimum kis gecelerini hatirlatmis sarkidir, yaninda da systembolaget'te bulunabilecek en ucuz saraplardan olan. guzel zamanlardi. sarki da guzel zaten, ve soguk, ama kotu anlamda soguk degil, boyle bi anda ayaza cikar ve dinclesirsin iyi gelir ya, oyle guzel. neyse sanirim kafam fazla guzel.
  
  edit: cidden sicak havada dinlenmemesi gerekiyor bu sarkinin, olmuyor.