Hey now man's own kin

we commend into the wind

grateful arms grateful limbs

grateful soul he's gone again



I have a winter's tale

how vagrant hearts relent prevail

sow their seed into the wind

seize the sky and they're gone again



fame is fleeting God is nigh

we raise our arms to him on night

we shoot our flint into the sun

we bless our spoils and we're gone we're gone



Hey now man's own kin

we commend into the wind

grateful arms grateful limbs

grateful heart he's gone again



Here a man man's own kin

he turned his back and his own people shot him

and he fell on his knees

before the burning plane

and he beheld fields of gold his land his sun

and he arose his blood aflame

the clouds pressed with hand prints stained



one last breath

the sky is high

the hungry earth

the empty vein

the ashes rain

death's own bed

man's own kin

into the wind

one last breath

hole in life

love knot tied

braid undone

child born

the hollow horn

warrior cried

a warrior died

one last breath

lick of flame

spirit moaned

spirit shed

the heavens fed

man's own kin

grips the sky

and he's gone again



Hey now man's own kin

we lay down into the wind

grateful arms grateful limbs

grateful heart he's gone again



Hey now man's own kin

he ascends into the wind

grateful heart grateful limbs

grateful man he's gone again