Lletres: Decemberists (The). The King Is Dead. Rise To Me.

Big mountain, wide river,
there's an ancient call,
these tree trunks these stream beds,
leave our bellies full
they sing out, I am gonna stand my ground
you rise to me and I'll blow you down
I am gonna 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 gonna stand your ground
they rise to you you'll blow them down
let me see you stand your ground
they rise to you you'll blow them down

My darling, my sweetheart,
I am in your sway,
two cold climbs, come spring time
so let me hear you say, my love
I am gonna stand my ground, they rise to me and I'll blow them down
I am gonna stand my ground, they rise to me and I'll blow them down
cause I am gonna stand my ground you rise to me and I'll blow you down