Texty: Decemberists. The Hazards of Love. Won't Want for Love.

Gentle leaves, gentle leaves please array a path for me
The wood's all growing thick and fast around
Columbine, columbine please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along

And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won't want for love

Mistle thrush, mistle thrush lay me down in the underbrush
My naked feet grow weary with the dusk
Willow boughs, willow boughs make a bed to lay me down
Let your branches bow to cradle us

And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won't want for love

Oh, my own true love
Oh, my own true love
Can you hear me love?
Can you hear me love?

And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won't want for love, won't want for love
Won't want for love, I won't want for love