Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Head Song

"Play the Head Song, Daddy!
Play the Head Song!"

"Um, what?" I said, as I looked up into the rear view mirror. Wide-eyed and grinning, the girl repeated that she wanted to hear the Head Song.

I scanned my mental catalogue of children's tunes for the Head Song. I came up with nothing.

"How's that one go?" I asked.

She then broke into a rather complete version of the now-familiar chorus.

(Did I mention she'll be three in two days?)

The Crane Wife 3 - the Decemberists

And under the boughs unbowed
ll clothed in the snowy shroud
She had no heart so hardened
All under the boughs unbowed

Each feather it fell from skin
'Til thread bare 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 grey sky, a bitter sting
A rain cloud, a crane on wing
All out beyond horizon
A grey sky, a bitter sting

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low

(Really, she's almost three...)

4 comments:

  1. Thank god you are introducing her to good music. That's why she remembers it.

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  2. other8:27 PM

    Just wait until you have to check what she's putting on her ipod or using as her ring tone.

    Nearing 13 is a blink away.

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  3. She has excellent taste.

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  4. Keep her off the pole. That's your only job.

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