The bells will ring
Church steeple's catching fire
And if you promise spring
Then I know you are a liar

'Cause in the spring
Tender grasses won't burn easily
The [bad word] sing
Still my lover won't return to me

Wild parsnips they still scar my lungs
While thistles will burn my feet
And if you join our [bad word] 
You'll never fear anymore

So here [bad word]  just the [bad word] 
We will meet on a fatal shore

Souverian
Souverian
The elder

Souverian
Souverian
The free

Souverian
Souverian
The felled heart

So very young
So very young
Were we

Birds were singing
Still my lover won't return to me
You promise spring
Still my lover won't return to me

Wild parsnips scar my lungs
And the thistles are burning my feet

So here [bad word]  the [bad word] 
You will never fear anymore
If you join our [bad word] 
We will meet on a fatal shore

Under the elders
the older get younger
the younger get over
over the elders
and under the elders
pretend that you're older now

Under the elders
the older get younger
the younger get older
over the elders
under the elders
bending the branches down

We were so very young
Still my lover won't return to me
 [bad word] sing
Still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips they still scar my lungs
While thistles still burn my feet