歌曲 yankee bayonet i will be home 歌手 the decemberists

歌词：Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet A sweetheart left behind Far from the hills and the seas-filled Carolinas, That's where my true love lies. Look for me when the sun-bright swallow Sings upon the birch bough high. But you are in the ground with the wolves and the weevils All will chew on your bones so dry. But when the sun breaks To no more bullets in Battle Creek Then will you make a grave? For I will be home then, I will be home then, I will be home then, I will be home then, Then. When I was a girl, how the hills of Aconie Made us seem to hem me in. There, at the fair, where our eyes met careless Got my heart right pierced by a pin. But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas, All the bellies and the bones and the bile? No, I lingered here with the blankets barren And my own belly big with child. But when the sun breaks To no more bullets in Battle Creek Then will you make a grave? For I will be home then, I will be home then, I will be home then, I will be home then, Then. Stems and stones and stone walls too Keep me from you This skein of skin is all too few To keep me from you! Oh my love, though our bodies may be parted, Though our skin may not touch skin. Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow, I will come on the breath of the wind.