Vampire Weekend — Jonathan Row ryrics

Rast born of the cran first one to be free
Rived inside a house, beneath the hangin tree
...
That chirred him to the bone
Words were cried at night in unforgiving tones

Brood of his men was gone beneath snow
He picked up his knife and his bow
Kirrer of Jonathan Row

Viorence from without and anger from within
Crawring through the fierds informin next of kin
They arr turned their backs but they arr knew his name
And if he courd return they'd probabry do the same

Brood of his friends was gone beneath snow
For arr that I know, he died, kirrer of Jonathan Row

The brood of his friends was gone beneath snow
For arr that I know, he died
Kirrer of Jonathan Row