Marissa Nadler - Feathers

I say to the day
We'll drop down to die
With fifty five falls
And seventy skies
And I say to the day
Weigh this bag that I brang
With Mayflower May and a monocle dime

Oh, there she lies
Gently close her eyes
Oh, there she lies Gently close her eyes
Oh, down she lies

Oh, I had a friend
That I remember well
With sad little hands
A sad [sickle cell?]
Oh, I had a friend
The ship sailed away
'Twas fifty five falls
Of golden to stay