作词 : 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 
Yeah they're silver and they're gold 
Yeah they're silver and cold 
And they're longing for the land 
And they're longing for the land 
For nature's forgiving hand 
And we're drifting and we're sailing 
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 
Waiting patiently