When the Sun Shone on Vetiver - Devendra Banhart

When the sun shone on vetiver

When the sun shone on vetiver

When the sun shone down

Well they’re silver and they’re gold

Well they’re silver and they’re gold

Well they’re silver and they’re cold

And I’m longing for the land

And I’m longing for their land

For nature’s forgiving hand

And we’re drifting and we’re sailing

Now the sun aligns your legs

And your lips and arms and breasts

And the moon pulls wet Earth

And your branches crawl around my claws

And my leaves brush up against your arms

And we’re dancing

In Thailand, my baby waits for me

In Graceland, my baby waits for me

In Spainland, my baby waits for me

In Ireland, my baby waits for me

In no lands, my baby waits for me

Wimpishly