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