Sons & Daughters - The Decemberists

Written by：Colin Meloy

Producer：The Decemberists/Tucker Martine/Christopher Walla

When we arrive sons and daughters

We'll make our homes on the water

We'll build our walls aluminum

We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

These currents pull us 'cross the border

Steady your boats arms to shoulder

'Til tides all pull our hull aground

Making this calm harbor now home

Take up your arms sons and daughters

We will arise from the bunkers

By land by sea by dirigible

We'll leave our tracks untraceable now

When we arrive sons and daughters

We'll make our homes on the water

We'll build our walls aluminum

We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

When we arrive sons and daughters

We'll make our homes on the water

We'll build our walls aluminum

We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

When we arrive sons and daughters

We'll make our homes on the water

We'll build our walls aluminum

We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon

We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon

When we arrive sons and daughters

We'll make our homes on the water

We'll build our walls aluminum

We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon

We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away

Hear all the bombs fade away