آهنگ: Iron & Wine. Other. Resurrection Fern.

In our days

We will live

Like our ghosts will live



Pitching glass at the cornfield crows

And folding clothes

Like stubborn boys across the road

We'll keep everything



Grandma's gun and the black bear claw

That took her dog

When sister always says, "Amen"

We won't hear anything



And ten car trains

We take that word

That fledgling bird

And the fallen house

Across the way

It'll keep everything



The babies' breath, our bravery wasted and our shame



And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire

Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire

All the more a pair of underwater pearls

Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern



In our days

We will say

What our ghosts will say



We gave the world

What it saw fit

And what we get



Like stubborn boys

With big green eyes

We'll see everything



And the tender shade

Of the autumn leaves

And the buzzards wing



And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire

Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire

All the more a pair of underwater pearls

Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern