Lirieke:
Banhart Devendra Rejoicing In The Hands

All rejoices are, we're when in her hands It's all rejoice we are in her hands Owl eyes, her sun will rise and light the land All rejoice we are in her

Vertaling: Devendra Banhart. Blydskap in die hande.

This is the land That grows around me And these are the hands That come in handy Well we've known we've known We've had a choice We chose rejoice

: The daughter of a man Was a mammal She wore the mark of fire And of flame Though they're both the same Born onto the age of the golden Oh that golden

her hallway Coming out her door and Have you seen it? Have you? I've seen that too And so have you Now man holds hands hand neck shaped cobweb White

: Your head's a seesaw It sees and then saw Now get some extra fingers growing Yeah get some extra fingers growing In, in, in Your eyes are ramble Light

: Fall, oh catch since once burned your bread but when the night comes Light of match will catch lay low leva? sing so long Widow spreads like cornfields

: And I know I was born, I was born When I slipped out of my mother's womb And I know it was warm, it was warm 'Cause I slipped out on a hot afternoon

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