Текстове на песни: Devendra Banhart. When They Come.

When they come from over the mountain
Yeah, we'll run we'll run right around them
We've got no guns no we don't have any weapons
Just our cornmeal and our children

The dusk runs, the dark clouds but not us but not us
While we pay for mistakes with no meaning
All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving
And still our pain dissolves with believing

That peace comes, that peace comes
That peace comes, that peace comes

Now that our bones lay buried below us
Just like stones pressed into the earth
Well, we ain't known by no one before us
And we begin with this one little birth

That grows on, that grows on
That grows on, that grows on

Crippled crow say something for grieving
Where do we go once we start leaving?
Well, close that wound or else keep on bleeding
And change your tune it's got no meaning