[00:00.000] 作词 : Maggie Heath/Tyler Heath
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tyler Heath/Maggie Heath
[00:16.725]Somewhere down south of here
[00:20.067]There's a woman with an armload of grass
[00:23.736]Weaving a basket
[00:27.473]That’ll float the Rio Grande
[00:31.014]She'll send her baby off in it
[00:35.026]The river running wild and fast
[00:38.115]To curry the favor
[00:41.754]Of whatever Pharaoh owns the land
[00:49.131]A seed of an idea, like mustard greens
[00:55.394]Like newborn fingers
[00:58.078]Curled and half asleep
[01:00.034]Awake
[01:08.205]From her mouth, a vineyard
[01:12.061]Of swears and hallelujahs entwined
[01:15.518]A new wine is vinted
[01:19.236]A blend of sweet commandment
[01:22.132]Oh, to hell with the semantics
[01:26.580]The camel and the cable confide
[01:30.126]The eye of a needle
[01:34.111]Is tall enough to stand inside
[01:41.088]A seed of an idea, like mustard greens
[01:47.241]Like newborn fingers
[01:49.539]Curled and half asleep
[01:52.287]Awake with a thunder from underneath
[01:58.494]Stretch up and reach through
[02:01.397]The hardest part of me
[02:21.652]May all our tinfoil idols
[02:25.880]Lay crumpled on the ground
[02:29.590]And our pre-fab Olympus
[02:33.044]Divided by the thousand
[02:36.505]Oh, maybe I'm naive for thinking
[02:41.023]That a mountain so stubborn can move
[02:44.730]But if I’m a mountain moving
[02:48.000]I think maybe you can be, too

作词 : Maggie Heath/Tyler Heath
作曲 : Tyler Heath/Maggie Heath
Somewhere down south of here
There's a woman with an armload of grass
Weaving a basket
That’ll float the Rio Grande
She'll send her baby off in it
The river running wild and fast
To curry the favor
Of whatever Pharaoh owns the land
A seed of an idea, like mustard greens
Like newborn fingers
Curled and half asleep
Awake
From her mouth, a vineyard
Of swears and hallelujahs entwined
A new wine is vinted
A blend of sweet commandment
Oh, to hell with the semantics
The camel and the cable confide
The eye of a needle
Is tall enough to stand inside
A seed of an idea, like mustard greens
Like newborn fingers
Curled and half asleep
Awake with a thunder from underneath
Stretch up and reach through
The hardest part of me
May all our tinfoil idols
Lay crumpled on the ground
And our pre-fab Olympus
Divided by the thousand
Oh, maybe I'm naive for thinking
That a mountain so stubborn can move
But if I’m a mountain moving
I think maybe you can be, too