The Bachelor and the Bride

There's a wrinkle in the water
 Where we laid our first daughter
 And I think the wind blows so sweetly there
 Over there
 And the windows and the cinders
 And the willows in the timbers
 The infernal rattling of the rain
 Still remains
 "But I," said the bachelor to the bride
 "Am not waiting for tonight
 No, I will box your ears
 And leave you here stripped bare"
 Hear the corncrakes and the deerhooves
 And the sleet rain on the slate roof
 A medallion locked inside her hands
 In her hands
 And his fingers are they telling
 Of the barren of her belly
 And his callouses cure her furrowed brow
 Even now
 "But I," said the bachelor to the bride
 "Am not waiting for tonight
 No, I will box your ears
 And leave you here stripped bare"
 "But I," said the bachelor to the bride
 "Am not waiting for tonight
 No, I will box your ears
 And take your tears
 And leave you, leave you here
 Stripped bare"