Gone Again - Patti Smith

Hey now man’s own kin

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