Died in the Wool David Sylvian

Is this how they'll find her?
Pale blue frock-coat, snagged full of needles
Belly full of sunshine

And what will they do without him? (Without him)
Now she's gone
What will they do without him? (Without him)

The sheep on the hill
Allured in the darkness -
The years of the darkness startled by thunder -
Gathered for safety

They dressed her in wool-coats

And what will they do without him? (Without him)
Now she's gone
What will they do?

Her hair that was blonde is matted and brown
The heft of her body impresses the ground
Softened by rainfall, soaked right through
The lightening sky and the darkening blue

And what will they do?
Now she's gone