| Song | Korean Dogwood |
| Artist | Devendra Banhart |
| Album | Cripple Crow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Banhart | |
| Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood | |
| Vibes turn to rubbed rum | |
| Lit by mission moonlight | |
| Kangas on that hillside | |
| You are my life | |
| And you baffle me some | |
| Like vanilla's maple | |
| Inca cornflower | |
| You're my baby's blue eyes | |
| And when you're gowndissolves in a prayer | |
| You'll hear a sound | |
| That rings true and fair | |
| Black King lightning | |
| The dawn of orange blossoms and orange blossoms | |
| My friend Keegan | |
| Drawing endless love songs, endless love songs | |
| Calm breath, sweet being, show me what you're seeing | |
| Show me what you're seeing | |
| And though right and loud and proud | |
| Every little word | |
| It still ain't heard | |
| Strange prayers looming | |
| Over all our brothers, over all our brothers | |
| Prison life served | |
| But Navajo Gospel | |
| Is a rope thrown helpful | |
| But for sure all that we've made | |
| Will be swallowed by the Earth | |
| For it's got no worth |
| zuo ci : Banhart | |
| Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood | |
| Vibes turn to rubbed rum | |
| Lit by mission moonlight | |
| Kangas on that hillside | |
| You are my life | |
| And you baffle me some | |
| Like vanilla' s maple | |
| Inca cornflower | |
| You' re my baby' s blue eyes | |
| And when you' re gowndissolves in a prayer | |
| You' ll hear a sound | |
| That rings true and fair | |
| Black King lightning | |
| The dawn of orange blossoms and orange blossoms | |
| My friend Keegan | |
| Drawing endless love songs, endless love songs | |
| Calm breath, sweet being, show me what you' re seeing | |
| Show me what you' re seeing | |
| And though right and loud and proud | |
| Every little word | |
| It still ain' t heard | |
| Strange prayers looming | |
| Over all our brothers, over all our brothers | |
| Prison life served | |
| But Navajo Gospel | |
| Is a rope thrown helpful | |
| But for sure all that we' ve made | |
| Will be swallowed by the Earth | |
| For it' s got no worth |
| zuò cí : Banhart | |
| Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood | |
| Vibes turn to rubbed rum | |
| Lit by mission moonlight | |
| Kangas on that hillside | |
| You are my life | |
| And you baffle me some | |
| Like vanilla' s maple | |
| Inca cornflower | |
| You' re my baby' s blue eyes | |
| And when you' re gowndissolves in a prayer | |
| You' ll hear a sound | |
| That rings true and fair | |
| Black King lightning | |
| The dawn of orange blossoms and orange blossoms | |
| My friend Keegan | |
| Drawing endless love songs, endless love songs | |
| Calm breath, sweet being, show me what you' re seeing | |
| Show me what you' re seeing | |
| And though right and loud and proud | |
| Every little word | |
| It still ain' t heard | |
| Strange prayers looming | |
| Over all our brothers, over all our brothers | |
| Prison life served | |
| But Navajo Gospel | |
| Is a rope thrown helpful | |
| But for sure all that we' ve made | |
| Will be swallowed by the Earth | |
| For it' s got no worth |