Paroles de la chanson Bitter Branches par PJ Harvey

Bitter branches spreading out.
There is none more bitter than the wood.
Into the white world it grows,
Twisting under soldiers' feet.
Soldiers, standing in a line,
The camp earth underneath,
Holding their rifles High.
Holding their young wives
With white hands.

Hold up the clear glass to see.
Hold up the clear glass ans look through;
Soldiers standing in formation,
The camp earth underneath,
Holding their rifles High.
Their young wives, with suite bands

Wave good-bye.
Their arms as bitter branches
Spreading Into the white world.