Colin Meloy delivers a spoken-word monologue that repeats "stand my ground" over vivid natural imagery: tree chops, stream beds, valleys. He addresses someone named Henry with defiant language mixing affection and aggression, building a chant-like rhythm about refusing to back down.
Alright, here's another new one. These tree chops, these stream beds leave our valleys full. You say, "Ah, I am gonna stand my ground. You'll buy into me and I'll blow you down." I am gonna stand my ground. You rise to me and I'll blow you down. Hey Henry, can you hear me? Let me see the signs. Destestas between us and see the mountainside. By boy, you're gonna stand your ground. Their eyes to you, blow them down. Let me see you stand your ground. Their eyes to you, blow them down. My darling, my sweetheart, I am in your sway. Tico Climb, come spring. Time. So let me hear you say, my God, I am gonna stand my ground. Their eyes to me are blown them down. I am gonna stand my ground. Yeah! Thank you!
