Marie at the Mill Joanna Newsom

I see you coming down in your cherry wool coat
Bare to the throat like Marie at the Mill
Where might you go from your lowly amour
Where they hoard you like gold in a hill

Sink from my side to the cold river-bed
Marie, you go ahead, I will follow in time
The work keeps me here with a few pioneers
Magnetizing a permanent line

Save for the coat, there was nothing to bring
It was found you could sing, you were sent to the bay
At seminary you passed and were buried
I rose there the very next day

For if you were born at the wrong time, my dear
Just keep trying and trying and trying again
As for the end, it is not what you fear
You’re just slipping a glove from your hand

Like this
Down, down, down, down your wrists
Down, down, the list of lives
Husbands and wives
Dozens of times around again and then