Patti Smith

Hey now mans own kin
We commend into the wind
Grateful arms grateful limbs
Grateful soul hes gone again
I have a winters tale
How vagrant hearts relent prevail
Sow their seed into the wind
Seize the sky and theyre 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 were gone were gone
Hey now mans own kin
We commend into the wind
Grateful arms grateful limbs
Grateful heart hes gone again
Here a man mans 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