By Fire کے بول

Direct to the old Navajo by the fire Wish we were burn your design Suede and hawk feather entwine me to the time Arizona in July A bell that rings in the chest of story told Meet you in this future bold Sage at key point lead me to his funeral A man lost young and old Regret less the knot yes I give you the end to hold And through darkness and earth wet I seek through the land to mould A woman that rests night and day, sweat and tears unfold To undress the burdens that caress the blessed I’m told