"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 around."
--Won't Want For Love
"All a gallop with Margaret,
Slung rude 'cross withers.
Having clamped,
Her innocent fingers in fetters.
This villian must calculate,
Crossing the wild river."
--The Abduction of Margaret
Quick vote: This is a good album, but not as good as we expected from the Decemberists. If you're looking for some music to buy by these guys, skip The Hazards of Love.
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