I'm fairly surprised I went almost three months without putting a Decemberists track up here. This one's the leadoff track from their 2006 album "The Crane Wife", which I highly recommend. The entire album is chock full of weighty tracks (lyrically) which will make you think long and hard if you let them, but are also spectacular to just listen to and let the music take you on a journey. Much of the album is based on historical events, literature, or in the case of the titular trilogy, folklore. Wikipedia has some great information on this track and others from the album; it's well worth a few minutes to read the paragraph on "The Crane Wife" to understand the story which inspired this song.
It amazes me that Colin Meloy and co. are able to craft a song that resonates so deeply with regret and sorrow, and yet comes off with a hopeful tone...
"Each feather, it fell from skin, until threadbare, she grew thin; how were my eyes so blinded? each feather, it fell from skin..."
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