"Who do you belong to, little girl? Why do you wander in the deep, dark wood?" It's not an easy answer, I'm afraid. She fits your little story, but she's up to no good. Growing up means growing into war, waiting to be broken just to understand, going where you've never gone before, changing into devil just as fast as you can. Wolves shall croon in your merciless ear. Don't believe everything that you hear. Wear your color high and tilt your head just so. Maybe nobody will know. Who is more a dragon or a danger? Who's to say? Stolen fairytale girls never get to take the easy way. A danger and a devil disguised as a child at play, Masha raises her head to say, "I belong to me. Even now, even here, I belong to me." Drink the souls of songbirds, little girl. Spin your lie like thread and suck the music down. Counterfeit to hardness all you will. Everybody knows that you're from out of town. Trust the devil never to let go, mixing hell and romance just like any other fool. Wisely, you must heed a sister's words: love comes down to nothing more than who is to rule. Coral coaxes, red compels, green for daring, blue for bargains fell. You are dear to me, and I'll never tell how afraid you are. Shouldering a rifle, more to prove with every breath, stolen fairytale girls make the difference between life and death. It all comes down to choices, but you've only the hard ones left, and so, all you can say is "I belong to me. Even now, even here!" So when he comes a-courting with a kingdom in his hand, clever fairytale girls strike the hardest of all bargains. As long as love's around, we'll tell the story again and again. I think this is where I came in. I belong to me. Even now, even here. "Who do you belong to, little girl? Why do you wander in the deep, dark wood?" It's not an easy answer, I'm afraid. I may fit the story, but I'm up to no good.
Another wonderfully done album that will echo long in the halls of our Kindred's Hearth, and our home. Thank you for creating such wonders and works of art for the rest of us to enjoy.
unmastered digital release of stolen season, not the proper one, on bandcamp!!! "Who do you belong to, little girl? Why do you wander in the deep, dark wood?" It's not an easy answer, I'm afraid. She fits your little story, but she's up to no good. Growing up means growing into war, waiting to be broken just to understand, going where you've never gone before, changing into devil just as fast as you can. Wolves shall croon in your merciless ear. Don't believe everything that you hear. Wear your color high and tilt your head just so. Maybe nobody will know. Who is more a dragon or a danger? Who's to say? Stolen fairytale girls never get to take the easy way. A danger and a devil disguised as a child at play, Masha raises her head to say, "I belong to me. Even now, even here, I belong to me." Drink the souls of songbirds, little girl. Spin your lie like thread and suck the music down. Counterfeit to hardness all you will. Everybody knows that you're from out of town. Trust the devil never to let go, mixing hell and romance just like any other fool. Wisely, you must heed a sister's words: love comes down to nothing more than who is to rule. Coral coaxes, red compels, green for daring, blue for bargains fell. You are dear to me, and I'll never tell how afraid you are. Shouldering a rifle, more to prove with every breath, stolen fairytale girls make the difference between life and death. It all comes down to choices, but you've only the hard ones left, and so, all you can say is "I belong to me. Even now, even here!" So when he comes a-courting with a kingdom in his hand, clever fairytale girls strike the hardest of all bargains. As long as love's around, we'll tell the story again and again. I think this is where I came in. I belong to me. Even now, even here. "Who do you belong to, little girl? Why do you wander in the deep, dark wood?" It's not an easy answer, I'm afraid. I may fit the story, but I'm up to no good.
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I've been a longtime fan of SJ Tucker and this will always be one of my favs of hers. 💕
This is the song that introduced me to sj tucker, and i couldn’t be more happy about it - your songs are absolutely gorgeous
Hauntingly beautiful and evocative. (Also, this might become my D&D character's theme song lol)
This is great for a back story
Aaay! Mine too!
YES
I love all the songs on this album! But I have to say, this one is definitely my favorite!!!! :)
A wonderful and addicting song! I'm in love with the whole album, but this song in particular is my favorite on the album. 😸
"Who do you belong to, little girl?
Why do you wander in the deep, dark wood?"
It's not an easy answer, I'm afraid.
She fits your little story, but she's up to no good.
Growing up means growing into war,
waiting to be broken just to understand,
going where you've never gone before,
changing into devil just as fast as you can.
Wolves shall croon in your merciless ear.
Don't believe everything that you hear.
Wear your color high and tilt your head just so.
Maybe nobody will know.
Who is more a dragon or a danger? Who's to say?
Stolen fairytale girls never get to take the easy way.
A danger and a devil disguised as a child at play,
Masha raises her head to say,
"I belong to me. Even now, even here, I belong to me."
Drink the souls of songbirds, little girl.
Spin your lie like thread and suck the music down.
Counterfeit to hardness all you will.
Everybody knows that you're from out of town.
Trust the devil never to let go,
mixing hell and romance just like any other fool.
Wisely, you must heed a sister's words:
love comes down to nothing more than who is to rule.
Coral coaxes, red compels,
green for daring, blue for bargains fell.
You are dear to me, and I'll never tell
how afraid you are.
Shouldering a rifle, more to prove with every breath,
stolen fairytale girls make the difference between life and death.
It all comes down to choices, but you've only the hard ones left,
and so, all you can say is
"I belong to me. Even now, even here!"
So when he comes a-courting with a kingdom in his hand,
clever fairytale girls strike the hardest of all bargains.
As long as love's around, we'll tell the story again and again.
I think this is where I came in.
I belong to me. Even now, even here.
"Who do you belong to, little girl?
Why do you wander in the deep, dark wood?"
It's not an easy answer, I'm afraid.
I may fit the story, but I'm up to no good.
Thank you for posting the lyrics 😊
I love the imagery in this
Another wonderfully done album that will echo long in the halls of our Kindred's Hearth, and our home. Thank you for creating such wonders and works of art for the rest of us to enjoy.
He can shove his poems where the sun don’t shine ☺️
I really love your work, but especially this song. It's grown to be my favourite over time. :)
I sing this to my son when he is fussy, its the only one that can calm him down :)
Sounds like Betsy Tinney on cello. Whenever her and SJ collaborate, you know it's going to be great
Do you know where I can find the lyrics?
unmastered digital release of stolen season, not the proper one, on bandcamp!!!
"Who do you belong to, little girl?
Why do you wander in the deep, dark wood?"
It's not an easy answer, I'm afraid.
She fits your little story, but she's up to no good.
Growing up means growing into war,
waiting to be broken just to understand,
going where you've never gone before,
changing into devil just as fast as you can.
Wolves shall croon in your merciless ear.
Don't believe everything that you hear.
Wear your color high and tilt your head just so.
Maybe nobody will know.
Who is more a dragon or a danger? Who's to say?
Stolen fairytale girls never get to take the easy way.
A danger and a devil disguised as a child at play,
Masha raises her head to say,
"I belong to me. Even now, even here, I belong to me."
Drink the souls of songbirds, little girl.
Spin your lie like thread and suck the music down.
Counterfeit to hardness all you will.
Everybody knows that you're from out of town.
Trust the devil never to let go,
mixing hell and romance just like any other fool.
Wisely, you must heed a sister's words:
love comes down to nothing more than who is to rule.
Coral coaxes, red compels,
green for daring, blue for bargains fell.
You are dear to me, and I'll never tell
how afraid you are.
Shouldering a rifle, more to prove with every breath,
stolen fairytale girls make the difference between life and death.
It all comes down to choices, but you've only the hard ones left,
and so, all you can say is
"I belong to me. Even now, even here!"
So when he comes a-courting with a kingdom in his hand,
clever fairytale girls strike the hardest of all bargains.
As long as love's around, we'll tell the story again and again.
I think this is where I came in.
I belong to me. Even now, even here.
"Who do you belong to, little girl?
Why do you wander in the deep, dark wood?"
It's not an easy answer, I'm afraid.
I may fit the story, but I'm up to no good.