Interpret:

PJ Harvey

Album:

Let England Shake

Bitter branches
 spreading out.
 There's none more bitter
 than the wood.


 Into the wide world,
 it grows,


 twisting under
 soldier's feet,
 standing in line
 and the damp earth underneath.


 Holding up their rifles
 high,
 holding their young wives
 who wave goodbye.


 Hold up the clear glass
 to look and see
 soldiers standing
 and the roots twist underneath.


 Their young wives with white hands
 wave goodbye.
 Their arms as bitter branches
 spreading into the world.


 Wave goodbye,
 Wave goodbye..