Singing Grass Songtext / Lyric

He has thought himself

To the end of things

To a cold ceder fire

In mind

you are beside him there

The house

Church yard and field



This his wind

Sways the grass to dance

To dance before him






Arrow ceder

Dogwood

Ash

Tipped bone

Antler

Stone and lash

Hear clanging of hoof and heel

The rattle by roan

On the white mountain

On the black hill shown



The beast

he plays his harp

He does deceive the hearts

False fires in the minds of men



This his wind

Sways the grass to dance

To dance before him