Home from Dancer by Hermit Thrush

There was a war here once, I believe
It had nothing to do with me
I've a memory of fighting, but that was just a dream
It's got nothing to do with me
Some of my fellow soldiers never woke
They lie snug beneath six feet of soil and a couple more of snow

I'll walk among the lichens hangin' from the leafless oaks
I'll see the moss resplendent in the damp and in the cold
And when the devil comes for me I'll tell him no, no, no
Get thee gone, 'cause I've found my home

In the window of the van, a vase to hold
The sweetest gifts you've stopped to pick from the side of the road
Clarkia, matilija poppy and the virgin's bower vine
If you wander long enough, I know you will find
That crescent-shaped cove where the bluffs meet the sea
You'll recognize that perfect beach from a distant memory

You'll walk along the wet sand with the foam around your feet
Gaze upon that disc of orange as beyond the blue it sinks
And when the devil comes for you, you'll say hell no, not me
Get back fiend, this is my home sweet

I'll roam the quiet hollows that the hills hold close
You'll plant yourself a garden and you'll see what grows
And when the devil comes for us, we'll tell him no, no, no
Get thee gone, 'cause we've found our home
We've no use for you, 'cause we've found our home
Get back fiend, 'cause we've found a home.

• Alternative
• dream pop
• experimental bedroom pop
• folk rock
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• California