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All songs written by Colin MeloyPublished by Osterozhna Music (BMI)

Produced by Tucker Martine and The DecemberistsRecorded and mixed by Tucker Martine

Recorded Spring/Summer 2010, Pendarvis Farm, Happy Valley, OR and Flora, Portland, ORMixed at Flora, September 2010

Additional vocals recorded at Sound Factory, Hollywood, CAAssisted by Rich Hipp at Pendarvis Farm

Assisted by Clinton Welander at Sound FactoryStudio Intern: Andy Schichter

Mastered by Stephen Marcussen, Marcussen Mastering, Hollywood, CA

Photography: Autumn de WildeIllustration and Lettering: Carson Ellis

Design: Jeri Heiden, SMOG Design, Inc.

Peter Buck appears courtesy of Warner Bros. RecordsAnnalisa Tornfelt appears courtesy of Sugar Hill Records, a Welk Music Group Company

Management: Jason Colton and Ron Laffitte, Red Light ManagementBooking: Kevin French, Paradigm and Mike Greek, Creative Artists Agency

Legal: Gillian Bar, Carroll, Guido & GroffmanBusiness Management: David Weise, DWA

Product Manager: Dan Cohen

The Decemberists thank everyone involved in the making of this record. Also: Stu Smith, Sarah Tucker, Laura Veirs, The Impossible Project, Cliff Burnstein,

Chad Crouch, Corrina Repp, Beth Sabbagh, Wendy Robinson, Kimberly Kennedy, Lionel Conway, Rob Stevenson, Cem Kurosman, Nicole Frantz, Geoff Travis,

Ruth Patterson, Ben Ayres, Martin Mills, Alan Garren, Chris Walla, Taylor Bancroft, Arrow de Wilde, Meghan Gallagher, Nick Miramontes,

Ali Bernier, Paul Dalen and especially our families: Carson Ellis, Marissa Maier, Steve Drizos, Seann McKeel, Sarah Z. Dykes, Louise B. Moen, Birch Query,

Hank Meloy, and Scout Funk.

Special thanks go to Sherry & Scott Pendarvis

www.decemberists.com www.capitolrecords.com www.decemberists.com

www.capitolrecords.com Printed on 30% PCW recycled paper

2010, 2011 Capitol Records 2011 Capitol Records. Manufactured by Capitol Records. Printed in U.S.A. 509999 47547 2 8

Here we come to a turning of the seasonWitness to the arc towards the sunA neighbor’s blessed burden within reasonBecomes a burden borne of all and one

And nobody, nobody knowsLet the yoke fall from our shouldersDon’t carry it all, don’t carry it allWe are all our hands and holdersBeneath this bold and brilliant sunAnd this I swear to all

A monument to build beneath the arborsUpon a plinth that towers t’wards the treesLet every vessel pitching hard to starboardLay its head on summer’s freckled knees

Chorus

A there a wreath of trillium and ivyLaid upon the body of a boyLazy will the loam come from its hidingAnd return this quiet searcher to the soil

So raise a glass to turnings of the seasonAnd watch it as it arcs towards the sunAnd you must bear your neighbor’s burden within reasonAnd your labors will be born when all is done

Chorus

Colin Meloy: acoustic guitar, tenor guitar, voice, harmonica, pump organChris Funk: bouzouki, pedal steelJenny Conlee: accordionNate Query: bassJohn Moen: the drums, tambourinePeter Buck: mandolinAnnalisa Tornfelt: violinGillian Welch: backing voiceDave Rawlings: backing voice

Had a dreamYou and me and the war of the end-timesAnd I believeCalifornia succumbed to the fault lineWe heaved reliefAs scores of innocents died

And the Andalusian tribesSetting the lay of Nebraska alight‘Til all that remain is the arms of the angels

Hetty GreenQueen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab(Know what I mean?)On the roadIt’s well advised that you follow your own bagIn the year of the chewable Ambien tab

And the Panamanian childStands at the dowager empress’ sideAnd all that remain is the arms of the angelsAnd all that remain is the arms of the angels

When you’ve receded into loamAnd they’re picking at your bonesWe’ll come home

Quiet nowWill we gather to conjure the rain down?Will we nowBuild a civilization below ground?And I’ll be crowned the community kick-it-around

Chorus

Colin Meloy: acoustic guitar, voice, percussionJenny Conlee: organ, pianoNate Query: bassJohn Moen: the drumsPeter Buck: 12-string electric guitarTucker Martine: tambourine

Big mountain, wide riverThere’s an ancient pullThese tree trunks, these stream bedsLeave our bellies full

They sing out:I am going to stand my groundYou rise to me and I’ll blow you downI am going to stand my groundYou rise to me and I’ll blow you down

Hey Henry can you hear me?Let me see those eyesThis distance between usCan seem a mountain size

But boy:You are going to stand your groundThey rise to you, you blow them downLet me see you stand your groundIf they rise to you, you blow them down

My darling, my sweetheartI am in your swayTo cold climes comes springtimeSo let me hear you say

My love:I am going to stand my groundThey rise to me and I’ll blow them downI am going to stand my groundThey rise to me and I’ll blow them down

Colin Meloy: acoustic guitar, voice, harmonicaChris Funk: pedal steelJenny Conlee: pianoNate Query: bassJohn Moen: the drums, tambourineGillian Welch: backing voice

Get the rocks in the boxGet the water right down to your socksThis bulkhead’s built of fallen brethren bones

We all do what we canWe endure our fellow manAnd we sing our songs to the headframes’ creaks and moans

And it’s one two threeOn the wrong side of the leeWhat were you meant for?What were you meant for?And it’s seven eight nineYou get your shuffle back in lineAnd if you ever make it to ten you won’t make it again

And you won’t make a dimeOn this gray Granite Mountain MineOf dirt you’re made and to dirt you will return

So while we’re living hereLet’s get this little one thing clearThere’s plenty of men to die; you don’t jump your turn

Chorus

Colin Meloy: acoustic guitar, voiceChris Funk: bouzoukiJenny Conlee: accordionNate Query: bassJohn Moen: the drumsAnnalisa Tornfelt: violinGillian Welch: backing voice

On a winter’s Sunday I goTo clear away the snowAnd green the ground below

April all an ocean awayIs this the better way to spend the day?Keeping the winter at bay

What were the words I meant to say before you left?When I could see your breath leadWhere you were going toMaybe I should just let it beAnd maybe it will all come back to meSing: O January O

How I lived a childhood in snowAnd all my teens in towStuffed in strata of clothes

Pale the winter days after darkWandering the gray memorial park

What were the words I meant to say before she left? When I could see her breath leadWhere she was going toMaybe I should just let it beAnd maybe it will all come back to meSing: O January O

Colin Meloy: acoustic guitar, voiceChris Funk: octave guitarJenny Conlee: organJohn Moen: backing voice, shaker

See this ancient riverbedSee where all my folly’s ledDown by the water and down by the old main drag

I was just some tow-head teen

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

The season rubs me wrongThe summer swells anonSo knock me down, tear me upBut I would bear it all broken just to fill my cupDown by the water and down by the old main drag

Sweet descend this rabble ‘roundThe pretty little patter of a seaport townRolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag

All dolled up in gabardine

Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag

Chorus

Colin Meloy: acoustic guitar, voice, harmonicaJenny Conlee: accordionNate Query: bassJohn Moen: the drums, tambourinePeter Buck: electric guitar, baritone guitarGillian Welch: backing voice

Baby wants a new spinBaby wants a broken heartHear you found the lynchpinTo keep it all from falling apart

But you keep on rollingYes you keep on rollingKeep on rollingYou keep on rolling

Better kick it from your big brown eyesI hear it tightens up

Like a ship at oceanLike a ship at oceanLike a ship at oceanLike a ship at sea

You spit thick and you cross your heartBut the culvert’s all run dryFrom keeping shotgun-shyAll arise! I’ll just be mine tonight

So the dollar shop shoppersBroke the lock and they knocked you downBetter call the coppersIf you need someone to push you around

But you keep on stealingYou keep on stealingYes, you keep on stealing‘Til there’s nothing left to steal

Chorus

Colin Meloy: acoustic guitar, voiceChris Funk: electric guitar, banjoJenny Conlee: pianoNate Query: bassJohn Moen: the drums, tambourineAnnalisa Tornfelt: fiddleGillian Welch: backing voice

Here’s a hymn to welcome in the dayHeralding a summer’s early swayAnd all the bulbs all coming inTo beginThe thrushes bleating battle with the wrensDisrupts my reverie again

Pegging clothing on the lineTraining jasmine how to vineUp the arbor to your doorAnd moreYou’re standing on the landing with the warYou shouldered all the night before

And once upon itThe yellow bonnetsGarland all the lawnAnd you were wakingAnd day was breakingA panoply of songAnd summer comes to Springville Hill

A barony of ivy in the treesExpanding out its empire by degreesAnd all the branches burst to bloomIn the boomHeaven sent this cardinal maroonTo decorate our living room

Chorus

And years from now when this old lightIsn’t ambling anymoreWill I bring myself to write“I give my best to Springville Hill”

Chorus

Colin Meloy: acoustic guitar, voice, harmonicaJenny Conlee: accordion, Wurlitzer electric pianoNate Query: bassGillian Welch: backing voiceDavid Rawlings: backing voice

Come the warCome the avariceCome the warCome hell

Come attritionCome the reek of bonesCome attritionCome hell

And this is whyWhy we fightWhy we lie awakeThis is whyThis is why we fightAnd when we dieWe will dieWith our arms unboundThis is whyThis is why we fightCome hell

Bride of quietBride of all unquiet thingsBride of quietBride of hell

Come the archersCome the infantryCome the archersOf hell

ChorusSo come to meCome to me nowLay your arms around meThis is whyThis is why we fightCome hell

Colin Meloy: 12-string acoustic guitar, 12-string electric guitar, voice, harmonica, baritone guitar, percussionJenny Conlee: organNate Query: bassJohn Moen: the drums

Dear AveryI think of you onlyWere you wavingWere you dead on the vine?

Oh AveryTo think of you lonelyWould I could just grab youBy the nape of your neck

There are times life will rattle your bonesAnd will bend your limbsBut you’re still far and away the boy you’ve ever beenSo you bend back and shake at the frameOf the frame you made(But don’t you shake alone)Please, Avery, come home

Head strongYou and your long armsListing lazilyOn the cusp of your teens

But you were my AveryAnd when you needed savingI could just grab youBy the nape of your neck

Chorus

Colin Meloy: voice, acoustic guitarChris Funk: pedal steelJenny Conlee: Wurlitzer electric pianoNate Query: bass, celloJohn Moen: the drums, shakerGillian Welch: backing voiceDavid Rawlings: backing voiceLaura Veirs: backing voice

All tracks © 2010, 2011 Osterozhna Music (BMI). All Rights Reserved.

Used By Permission.