Hawkwind

Grandfather, Great Mysterious One,
You have been always,
and before you nothing has been.
There is nothing to pray to but you.
The star nations all over the universe are yours.
And yours are the grasses of the earth.
Day in Day out, you are the light of things.
You are older than all weeds.
Older than all things on Earth.
Grandfather, all over the world,
the faces of living things are all alike.
In tenderness they have come above the ground.
Look upon your children with children in their arms,
that they may face the winds
and walk the good road to the day of quiet.
Teach me to walk the soft earth,
a relative to all that is!
Sweeten my heart and fill me with life.
Give me the strength to understand,
and the eyes to see.
Help me, for without you I am nothing.