When The Sun Shone On Vetiver

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 Well, they're silver and they're gold Well, they're silver and they're cold And I'm longing for the land And I'm longing for their land For nature's forgiving hand And we're drifting and we're sailing Now the sun aligns your legs And your lips and arms and bre*sts 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 Spain land, my baby waits for me In Ireland, my baby waits for me In no lands, my baby waits for me Wimpishly