Wedding Song - Anaïs Mitchell, Justin Vernon

Lover, tell me, if you can

Who’s gonna buy the wedding bands?

Times being what they are

Hard, and getting harder all the time

Lover, when I sing my song

All the rivers will sing along

And they’re gonna break their banks for me

Lay their gold around my feet

All a-flashing in the pan

All to fashion for your hand

The rivers are gonna give us the wedding bands

Lover, tell me, if you’re able

Who’s gonna lay the wedding table?

Times being what they are

Dark, and getting darker all the time

Lover, when I sing my song

All the trees are gonna sing along

And bend their branches down to me

To lay their fruit around my feet

The almond and the apple

And the sugar from the maple

The trees gonna lay the wedding table

Lover, tell me, when we’ll wed

Who’s gonna make the wedding bed?

Times being what they are

Hard, and getting harder all the time

Lover, when I sing my song

All the birds gonna sing along

And they’ll come flying round to me

To lay their feathers at my feet

And we’ll lie down in eiderdown

A pillow 'neath our heads

The birds are gonna make the wedding bed

And the trees are gonna lay the wedding table

And the rivers are gonna give us the wedding bands