The Handsome Family - Poor, Poor Lenore lyrics

Poor, poor Lenore Carried off by crows As she wandered alone Where the red oaks grow Black, black were their beaks Twisted in her hair And black were their wings Whipping up through the air Fly, fly into the breeze Lenore and the crows To the top of a dead tree Where the heartbroken go Love, she fell in love With a gravedigger's son Who was thin as the bow Of his black violin Kiss, he kissed so hard Her mouth filled with blood But he left her to cry Where the red oaks die Fly, fly into the breeze Lenore and the crows To the top of a dead tree Where the heartbroken go