Lyrics Rio Grande - The Oh Hellos

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 on 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 prefab 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