Joanna Newsom
“Sawdust and Diamonds”

In the trough of the waves,
Which are pawing like dogs
Between pale-faced and grave,
As I write in my log,
And then I hear a noise from the hull,
Seven days out to sea,
And it is the damnable bell
And it tolls, i believe, that it tolls,
It tolls for me!
And it tolls for me!

And though my wrists and my waist
Seem so easy to break
Still my dear i would have walked you to the edge of the water.

And they will recognise
All the lines of your face
In the face of the daughter, of the daughter, of my daughter.

And darling we will be fine,
But what was yours and mine
Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes.

But if it’s all just the same,
Then say my name, say my name,
Say my name in the morning so that i know when the wave breaks.