woven hand - singing grass lyrics
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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 gr-ss 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 gr-ss to dance
to dance before him
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