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 the boughs unbowed