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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Decemberists
The Decemberists
Performer
Nate Query
Nate Query
Bass Guitar
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Acoustic Guitar
Chris Funk
Chris Funk
Bouzouki
Jenny Conlee
Jenny Conlee
Accordion
John Moen
John Moen
Drums
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Mandolin
Annalisa Tornfelt
Annalisa Tornfelt
Violin
Gillian Welch
Gillian Welch
Vocals
Dave Rawlings
Dave Rawlings
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tucker Martine
Tucker Martine
Producer
Rich Hipp
Rich Hipp
Assistant Recording Engineer
Clinton Welander
Clinton Welander
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nate Query
Nate Query
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Producer
Chris Funk
Chris Funk
Producer
Jenny Conlee
Jenny Conlee
Producer
John Moen
John Moen
Producer

Lyrics

Here we come to a turning of the season Witness to the arc towards the sun A neighbor's blessed burden within reason Becomes a burden borne of all and one And nobody, nobody knows Let the yoke fall from our shoulders Don't carry it all, don't carry it all We are all our hands and holders Beneath this bold and brilliant sun And this I swear to all A monument to build beneath the arbors Upon a plinth that towers t'wards the trees Let every vessel pitching hard to starboard Lay its head on summer's freckled knees And nobody, nobody knows Let the yoke fall from our shoulders Don't carry it all, don't carry it all We are all our hands and holders Beneath this bold and brilliant sun And this I swear to all And this I swear to all A there a wreath of trillium and ivy Laid upon the body of a boy Lazy will the loam come from its hiding And return this quiet searcher to the soil So raise a glass to turnings of the season And watch it as it arcs towards the sun And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason And your labors will be borne when all is done And nobody, nobody knows Let the yoke fall from our shoulders Don't carry it all, don't carry it all We are all our hands and holders Beneath this bold and brilliant sun And this I swear to all And this I swear to all And this I swear to all And this I swear to all To all To all To all, all
Writer(s): Colin Meloy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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