Woorden: Iron & Wine. Other. Friends They Are Jewels.

Dreamless sleep will fall like a deep, poisoned well

On the steeple birds and this red-light hotel



So lay your pistol down, Granny

The company men never came to you

But don?t unknit your brow, Granny

The mice in the yard ate the potted plants you grew



Pour your bitter tea for our sweet, liquored host

Perfect polished stones but this breeze beats you both



So lay your pistol down, Granny

The duty of men never fell to you

When you unknit your brow, Granny

Your friends, they are jewels, twice as beautiful and few