And under the boughs unbowed All clothed in the snowy shroud She had no heart so hardened All under the boughs unbowed ♪ Each feather, it fell from skin Till threadbare while she grew thin How were my eyes so blinded? Each feather, it fell from skin And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low ♪ A gray sky, a bitter sting A rain cloud, a crane on wing All out beyond horizon A gray sky, a bitter sting And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low And I will hang my head Hang my head low, low, low