There's a wrinkle in the water 

where we laid our first daughter 

And I think the wind blows so sweetly there 

Over there 

And the windows and the cinders 

And the willows in the timbers 

The infernal rattling of the rain 

still remains 



"But I" said the bachelor to the bride 

"Am not waiting for tonight. 

No, I will box your ears 

and leave you here stripped bare." 



Hear the corncrakes and the deerhooves 

And the sleet rain on the slate roof 

A medallion locked inside her hand 

in her hand 

And his fingers are they telling 

of the barren of her belly 

And his callouses cure her furrowed brow 

even now 



"But I," said the bachelor to the bride 

"am not waiting for tonight. 

No, I will box your ears 

and leave you here stripped bare." 



"But I," said the bachelor to the bride 

"am not waiting for tonight. 

No, I will box your ears 

and take your tears 

and leave you, leave you here 

stripped bare."