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Won’t Want for Love

Lyrics to a great song by The Decemberists:

Margaret:
Gentle leaves, gentle leaves
Please array a path for me
The wood’s all growing thick and fast around

Columbine, Columbine
Please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along

And all this stirring inside my belly won’t quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won’t want for love

Mistle thrush, mistle thrush
Lay me down in the underbrush
My naked feet grow weary with the dusk

Willow boughs, willow boughs
Make a bed to lay me down
Let your branches bow to cradle us

And all this stirring inside my belly won’t quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won’t want for love

William:
Oh my own true love,
Oh my own true love,
Can you hear me love?
Can you hear me love?

Margaret:
And all this stirring inside my belly won’t quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won’t want for love

Won’t want for love
Won’t want for love
I won’t want for love

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