Tekster: Decemberists. The King Is Dead. Rise To Me.

Big mountain, wide river
There's an ancient pull
These tree trunks, these stream beds
Leave our bellies full

They sing out I am going to stand my ground
You rise to me and I'll blow you down
I am going to stand my ground
You rise to me and I'll blow you down

Hey Henry, can you hear me?
Let me see those eyes
This distance between us
Can seem a mountain size

But boy, you are going to stand your ground
They rise to you, you blow them down
Let me see you stand your ground
If they rise to you, you blow them down

My darling, my sweetheart
I am in your sway
To cold climes comes springtime
So let me hear you say

My love, I am going to stand my ground
They rise to me and I'll blow them down
I am going to stand my ground
They rise to me and I'll blow them down

As I am going to stand my ground
You rise to me and I'll blow you down