Ben Howard - Follaton Wood

And it took them three days to find you,
tired torch lights and dog scents
Oh, they led you down from the highest branches,
cold eyes and frozen arms
And my, my, my, your beauty was so dumbfoundin’,
lace white dress and your hair as long as Follaton wood
And the whole town just stood there cryin’, lookin’ at the darkness,
lookin’ for something wholesome and good

Still don’t, don’t you forget -
That rope you tied around your neck

It don’t free you, darlin’
It don’t free you, darlin’