Deseret
Cass McCombs
Acorn shells scattered on yellow grass
Beneath the shades of an old tree
Lay down your mystic basket
It is time to rest, it is time to rest
The fourth day is not until tomorrow
The countryside is quieter
Make your backpack lighter
Onward, Christian songwriter
Rising from the east, slowly fading west
Honey and harmony make a seat for our guest
Buzz across the universe to the mind’s hive
Beyond a shadow of doubt, you’re lucky to be alive
Sing about the comfort here
Sing about the gaze
Lying in the yellow grass
Flying through the days
And your song will be called 'Deseret'