When the Sun Shone on Vetiver

When the sun shone on vetiver

When the sun shone on vetiver

When the sun shone downWell, they're silver and they're gold

Well, they're silver and they're gold

Well, they're silver and they're coldAnd I'm longing for the land

And I'm longing for their land

For nature's forgiving handAnd we're drifting and we're sailing

Now the sun aligns your legs

And your lips and arms and breastsAnd the moon pulls wet Earth

And your branches crawl around my claws

And my leaves brush up against your armsAnd we're dancing

In Thailand, my baby waits for me

In Graceland, my baby waits for me

In Spain land, my baby waits for me

In Ireland, my baby waits for me

In no lands, my baby waits for me

Wimpishly