Young Bride Lyrics - The Trials Of Van Occupanther - Midlake

My young bride, 

Why are your shoulders like that 

Of a tired old woman, 

Like a tired old woman? 

My young bride, 

Why are your fingers like that 

Of the hedge in winter, 

Of the hedge in winter? 

Polonaise in winter, 

Snowshoes and hunters 

Carried the goods in for you. 

Darkness and forests grant you 

The longest 

Face made for porridge and stew. 

My young bride, 

Why aren't you moving at all, 

Helps to make the day seem shorter, 

Helps to make the day seem shorter. 

My young bride, 

Why aren't you keeping with you 

All the ones who really love you, 

All the ones who really love you? 

Polonaise in winter, 

Snowshoes and hunters 

Carried the goods in for you. 

Darkness and forests grant you 

The longest 

Face made for porridge and stew.