The farmhouse was overtaken By vine and the snake Hooked on phantom power The acres seemed to ache Pursued by floating rebels They'd take us, if they could I thought a spell of country living Would do my spirits good Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs The door mouse was mistaken There was no quarter there The attic and the cellar Were but jaws of a bear The hunter was the quarry All tangled in the wood I thought a spell of country living Would do my spirits good Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs Disembodied gentry Gathered by my door Your electrical habits Aren't welcome here anymore That day I left With a locket and glove Keepsakes lest I forget A woman by the name of Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs Emily Dickinson Trade your lily for a rose Run to the valley Where the wild daisy grows Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know