Broken Cloud - Babe Ruth

Face in the sun

Like a broken cloud 'Fore morning’s come Squintin' eyes

In the desert v waste Shouts his cause

Its no disgrace

Broken Cloud

Standin' high

Sees the sun

And gives out his cry

Light in his hair

Mighty like the spear In hardened grip

Gazing

Over yonder plains Stalks the prey

With fingertips

Scars bear his chest Feathers surround his head

Quick and light

Ready for tight

Loves his life

But the warrior is forgot

He may laugh at all The weathered storms Friendly with the sun

That gives him warmth Alone but free

He’s a memory

Past is the pride

That’s his company