When the Sun Shone on Vetiver

When the sun shone on vetiver
When the sun shone on vetiver
When the sun shone downWell, they're silver and they're gold
Well, they're silver and they're gold
Well, they're silver and they're coldAnd I'm longing for the land
And I'm longing for their land
For nature's forgiving handAnd we're drifting and we're sailing
Now the sun aligns your legs
And your lips and arms and breastsAnd the moon pulls wet Earth
And your branches crawl around my claws
And my leaves brush up against your armsAnd 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