The bark on the hollow
Is now filled in whole
Solid tree tomorrow
Solid earth bellow
As coisas selvagens
Me deixam assim
As folhas que caem por cima de mim
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Your grace in the grass
The river keeps riffing
The mango keeps hold
The whisper comes first
And after the call
Quem chama o vento
Sabe assoviar
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Your grace in the grass
Oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, ah
That grows from the ground
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Your grace in the grass
Ah-ah, ah-ah
That grows from the ground
