Letras: Decemberists. The Hazards of Love. Annan Water.

Annan water you loom so deep and wide
I would cross over if you would stem the tide
Build a boat that I might ford the other side
To reach the farthest shore where my true love lies in wait for me
In wait for me, in wait for me, in wait for me

Oh gray river your waters ramble wild
The horses shiver and bite against the bridle
But I will cross if mine own horse is pulled from me
Though my mother cries that if I try I sure will drowned be
Will drowned be, will drowned be, drowned be

If you call and let me pass
You may render me a rat when I come back
So calm your waves and slow the churn
And you may have my precious bones on my return

Annan water, oh hear my true love's call
Here her holler above your water's pall
God that I could, that my two arms could give me wing
And I would cross your breath and rest my breast about her amber ring
Her amber ring, her amber ring, amber ring

But if you call and let me pass
You may render me a rat when I come back
So calm you waves and slow the churn
You may have my precious bones on my, on my return