I love Gillian Welch's album "The Harrow and the Harvest" -- but it is this song that gives me the chills. Not sure what it is I love best -- perhaps it's the way the young woman transforms a haunted past into a reclaimed realm. The night becomes beautiful and evocative, the bones in the river, the moonlight on the trees, the nightbirds singing. She is content to be "blessed wth a dark turn of mind," rather than the girls "bright as the morning."