Texty: Devendra Banhart. Rejoicing In The Hands.

In the dark we are without her empress light
In the dark we are without a light
Half asleep we're calmly waiting through her night
Half asleep we wait 'til she arrives

Clouds of birds are governing her dark blue sky
Clouds of birds are governing her sky
A rush of wind is gently playing with their wings
And yellow stones are standing on her eyes

All rejoice we are in her hands
When in here hands all rejoice
Owl eyes her sun will rise and light the land
All rejoice we are in her hands