A beautiful woman, she rose
From the smokin' waters of the lake
With a candle that burned in each palm

My teeth each sank gently to the floor

Bring me some luck little junebug

Your cousins they're gods to the seas
The March afternoons
The sun and the moon


Before I fall asleep
A white blood of wolves must be drained

And that sorry captain howdy
Scatters my bones for the lambs


Bring me some luck little junebug
Your cousins they're gods to the seas
The March afternoons

The sun and the moon