Wishing bone hands

Under the mistletoe

Cuckoo shrieks

And Woodswallow

I'll make my fire with you

Going to make my fire with you

Under the curious gaze

Of a moon in a headlight haze

Townspeople are disgraced

As you make a lover

Of me you do

Make a lover

Oh how beautifully tied to you I am

Oh, your fire

Your wishing bone hands

Oh how beautifully tied to you I am

Oh your fire

Your wishing bone hands

Under his black beard I'm sleeping 

His heart is a gambler 

And me I'm a weeping willow 

With my limbs so long

And I carry his heart in my song

Under a roof top steepled

A whittled girl meets her wooden maker

Oh carve a heart out of me sir

With your name writ in me 

I am stirred

Oh how beautifully tied to you I am

Oh your fire

And your wishing bone hands

Oh how beautifully tied to you I am

Oh, your fire

Your wishing bone hands

by Inga Liljeström