And they will come in from the hills
Descending upon the town, the townsfolk
The will o' the wisp
The golden bouncing light
And the heat of the sun will never move
Will not extinguish
And a few clouds will echo the will o' the wisp
And we will have nothing but the swamps and the sadness
And they will come up from the valleys
And they will cover us with their blankets of stars
From Oklahoma to Needles
From Fairfax to Monterrey
And they will cover us with stars.