In my dream smoke followed me
As on fire the whole world had been
To the yard I walked in
Up the front step and opened the door

Cranes flew over to the North
As I walked on dry
And passed through a grove
Yellow with flowers

They had been expecting me
They said so and I believed
In my dream smoke came to me
And we became as one

Cranes flew over to the North
As I walked on dry
And passed through a grove
Yellow with flowers

I am smoke
As I walked on dry
I am smoke
Yellow with flowers
I am smoke

I am smoke