Fleet Foxes

On the way to your brother's house in the valley, dear,
By the river bridge a cradle floating beside me.
In the whitest water on the banks against the stone
You will lift his body from the shore and bring him home
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
On the kitchen table that your grandfather did make
You and your delicate way will slowly clean his faith
And you will remember when you rehearsed the actions of
A innocent and anxious mother full of anxious love