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