Lyrics The Island: Come And See/The Landlord's Daughter/You'll Not Feel The Drowning - The Decemberists

The Island: Come And See/The Landlord's Daughter/You'll Not Feel The Drowning

There’s an island hidden in the sound
Lapping currents lay your boat to ground
Affix your barb and bayonet
The curlews carve their Arabesques
And sorrow fills the silence all around
You come and see
There’s a harbor lost within the reeds
A jetty caught in over-hanging trees
Among the bones of cormorants
No boot-mark here nor fingerprints
The rivers roll down to a soundless sea
You come and see
Come and see-e-e
The tides will come and go
Witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure amidst this fading light
We’ll not go home again
Come and see-e-e-e
Come and see-e-e-e-e-e
In the lowlands, nestled in the heat
A brier cradle rocks its babe to sleep
Its contents watched by Sycorax
And patagon in paralax
A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep
You come and see
Come and see-e-e
The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure amidst this fading light
We’ll not go home again
Come and see-e-e-e
Come and see-e-e-e-e-e
As I was rambled
Down by the water
I spied in sable
The landlord’s daughter
Produced my pistol
Then my saber
To make no whistle
Or thou will be murdered
La-ord
La-ord
She cursed, she shivered
She cried for mercy:
«My gold and silver
If thou will release me»
La-ord
La-ord
La-ord
I’ll take no gold, miss
I’ll take no silver
I’ll take those sweet lips
And thou will deliver
La-ord
La-ord
I will dress your eyelids
With dimes upon your eyes
Laying close to water
Green your grave will rise
Go to sleep now little ugly
Go to sleep now you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You’ll not feel the drowning
You’ll not feel the drowning
Forget you once had sweethearts
They’ve forgotten you
Think you not on parents
They’ve forgotten too
Go to sleep now little ugly
Go to sleep now you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You’ll not feel the drowning
You’ll not feel the drowning
Go to sleep now little ugly
Go to sleep now you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You’ll not feel the drowning
You’ll not feel the drowning
Hear you now the captain
Heed his sorrowed cry
Weight upon your eyelids
Is dimes laid on your eyes