Oliver James - Fleet Foxes

On the way to your brother’s house in the valley, dear

By the river bridge, a cradle floating beside me

In the whitest water on the bank, against the stone

You will lift his body from the shore and bring him home

Oliver James, washed in the rain

No longer

Oliver James, washed in the rain

No longer

On the kitchen table that your grandfather did make

You and your delicate way will slowly clean his face

And you will remember when you rehearsed the actions of

An innocent and anxious mother full of anxious love

Oliver James, washed in the rain

No longer

Oliver James, washed in the rain

No longer

Walk with me down Ruby Beach and through the valley floor

Love for the one you know more

Love for the one you know more

Back we go to your brother’s house emptier, my dear

The sound of ancient voices ringing soft upon your ear

Oliver James, washed in the rain

No longer

Oliver James, washed in the rain

No longer