The Hazards of Love 3 (Revenge!) - The Decemberists

Charlotte:

Father I’m not feeling well, the flowers me you fed

Tasted spoiled for suddenly I find that I am dead

But father don’t you fear

Your children all are here

Singing, «Oh the hazards of love!»

Dawn:

Papa turn the water down, the basin’s overflown

The water covers everything and me left all alone

But Papa here in death

I have regained my breath

To sing, «Oh the hazards of love!»

To sing, «Oh the hazards of love!»

Isaiah:

Spare the rod, you’ll spoil the child, but I’d prefer the lash

My sisters drowned and poisoned, all, and me reduced to ash

And buried in an urn

But father, I return

Singing, «Oh the hazards of love»

Singing, «Oh the hazards of love»

«The hazards of love»

«The hazards of love»