Текст песни: Postcards from Paonia + перевод

I went a-walking along the cool stream

And the world so real became a dream

Fruit hanging heavy and birds that sing

Mother I fear that I will never leave

Then came the rain with the evening twilight

And the geese in the meadow resting from flight

Lamb born blush pink amongst golden trees

Father forgive me I may never leave

I met a man with his hands in the dirt

Played punk music for veggies and wore a black shirt

Carrots and cabbage, the last and the first

Sister come visit and taste what they’re worth

The mushrooms arrived as the August moon waned

And I howled through canyons perhaps went insane

Brother believe me you’ll love this place

Where the seasons run fast and the mountains still wait

Three months have passed and I must awake

Depot the valley white buffalo rains

A sweet wind will guide me and circle around

'Til the day I return to plant roots in the ground

'Til the day I return to plant roots in the ground

Перевод песни Postcards from Paonia