A beautiful woman she rose
From the smoking waters of the lake
With a candle that burned in each palm
My teeth each sank gently to the floor

Bring me some luck, little junebug
Your cousins they're gods to the seas
The march afternoons
The sun and the moon

Before I fall asleep
A white blood of wolves must be drained
And that howdy captain howdy
Scatters my bones for the lambs

Bring me some luck, little junebug
Your cousins they're gods to the seas
The march afternoons
The sun and the moon