How Deep Is the Red - Elvis Costello

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 a young girl’s heart?

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?