Two Sisters

[Verse 1: Andrew Bird] Two young sisters were walking alone By the the pale muddy waters Two young sisters were walking alone By the the pale muddy waters of Onion town When one of them pushed the younger in Into the cold green water Pushed her sister and watcher her drown On the cold muddy froth of the river She floated well and she floated down Pale she was as the water Floated down and she washed on shore On the pale muddy banks of Onion Town With wolves by night and the sun by day Nothing was left but bones and hair Bones and hair which are both more fair Than the pale muddy banks of the river Luka's son was deaf and lame Carried her home her tiny frame Father father I hear her cry How can that be he said Bones don't cry he said Besides your deaf But he thought there was something to these bones So he made a fiddle out of her breast bone Made some pegs out of her finger bones Made a bow out of her leg bone And from her yellow hair he strung The strings that would have her story sung And sometime later One old woman was walking along By the pale muddy waters She heard the strings of the sweet fiddle cry Oh sister, why have you drowned me? Well, upon a rock the deaf boy played Oh the bones of Onion And into the water the cruel sister ran But she sank like any old stone