Elvis Costello - How Deep Is the Red lyrics

Is this is not a pretty tale? Is this not a riddle? A bow shoots arrows through the air A bow drags notes from a fiddle But who is the beau of poor girl's dreams? That a king may send to battle Is this not a pretty tale? Is this not a riddle? If red is the breast of soldier's tunic hung with a silver medal And red is the thorn that protects the rose, a deeper red than the petal How deep is the red our redeemer bled, the debt of our sins to settle? How deep is the red? How deep is the red? How deep is the red our redeemer bled? How deep is the red?