Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Emily Shore 1819-1839, artist - The Handsome Family. Album song Milk and Scissors, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 09.05.1996
Record label: The Handsome Family
Song language: English
Emily Shore 1819-1839 |
She’d been coughing up blood ince the dogwoods bloomed |
Seventeen that spring and confined to her room |
At night her heart pounded holes in her chest |
Death, like a bird was building its nest |
She’d laughed at the graveyard on one sip of wine |
And kept a pet duck till the cat crushed its spine |
But, waltzing one night in a red velvet dress |
She noticed a whistling down in her chest |
Propped up on pillows she watched the snow fall |
Trying to picture an end to it all |
By spring there’d be picnics and merry-go-rounds |
But she’d be nothing, but bones in the ground |
And so on the last day of her short life |
Emily called for her father’s penknife |
She sawed at her head till the floor pooled with hair |
And braided a watch chain for father (Mother) to wear |