Lyrics
Chorus
Stomp on the dirt til the rafters ring
Raise a copper cup to the ancient names
We are the branch and we are the vine
Drinking down the sun in the bitter wine
Stomp on the dirt til the rafters ring
Raise a copper cup to the ancient names
Verse 1
Silver coins sewn into her heavy wool hem
She spins
Spinning like a wooden top among the bearded men
Fierce as the desert
Quiet as a mountain stone
Walking where the fathers of our fathers once had grown
Chorus
Stomp on the dirt til the rafters ring
Raise a copper cup to the ancient names
We are the branch and we are the vine
Drinking down the sun in the bitter wine
Stomp on the dirt til the rafters ring
Raise a copper cup to the ancient names
Verse 2
Twelve fires burning in the center of the yard
Watch the sparks
The king of the heavens isn't looking very hard
He sees the laughter
He hears the fiddle cry
Counting every prayer beneath the purple summer sky
Bridge
Holy holy
Ancestors keep us
Holy holy
Laughter will feed us
One heart beating for the spirit in the hall
Chorus
Stomp on the dirt til the rafters ring
Raise a copper cup to the ancient names
We are the branch and we are the vine
Drinking down the sun in the bitter wine
Stomp on the dirt til the rafters ring
Raise a copper cup to the ancient names
Post-Chorus
Oh the wine
Oh the vine
Oh the time is right now
La la la
La la la
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