Under the misletoe Cuckoo shreaks And woodswallow I'll make my fire with you Going to my fire with you Under the curious gaze Of a moon in a headlight haze Towns people 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 And 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 his name writ in me I am stirred Oh how beautifully tied to you i am Oh your fire And your wishing bone hands