Died In The Wool - David Sylvian

Is this how they’ll find her?

Pale blue frock-coat, snagged full of needles

Belly full of sunshine

And what will they do without him?

(Without him)

Now she’s gone

What will they do without him?

(Without him)

The sheep on the hill

Allured in the darkness —

The years of the darkness startled by thunder —

Gathered for safety

They dressed her in wool-coats

And what will they do without him?

(Without him)

Now she’s gone

What will they do?

Her hair that was blonde is matted and brown

The heft of her body impresses the ground

Softened by rainfall, soaked right through

The lightening sky and the darkening blue

And what will they do?

Now she’s gone

Give her your shoes, boy

Lend her some threads

A fine line of linen stripped from your bed

What’s with the face, child?

The smaller the bird, the closer it stood

Coming still closer from the edge of the woods

In the down of the den six hearts lie beating

The ground softens up and welcomes her in

You’ve been gone so long, honey, where have you been?

You are destined for better, surely nothing so cruel

What once was unwritten 's dyed in the wool

Her hair that was blond is matted and brown

The weight of her body impresses the ground

Softened by rainfall, soaked right through

The lightening sky and the darkening blue

Is this how they’ll find her?

Last ounce of courage

Face full of sunshine