The Decemberists
Won’t Want for Love (Margaret in the Taiga)
[Verse 1: Becky Stark]
Gentle leaves, gentle leaves. please array a path for me
The woods all growing thick and fast around
Columbine, columbine, please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along

[Chorus: Becky Stark]
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won't want for love

[Verse 2: Becky Stark]
Mistle thrush, mistle thrush, lay me down in the underbrush
My naked feet grow weary with the dusk
Willow boughs, willow boughs, make a bed to lay me down
Let your branches bow to cradle us

[Chorus: Becky Stark]
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won't want for love

[Bridge: Colin Meloy]
Oh, my own true love
Oh, my own true love
Can you hear me, love?
Can you hear me, love?
[Chorus: Becky Stark]
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won't want for love

[Outro: Becky Stark]
Won't want for love
Won't want for love
Won't want for love