Hey now man’s own kinWe commend into the windGrateful arms grateful limbsGrateful soul he’s gone againI have a winter’s taleHow vagrant hearts relent prevailSow their seed into the windSeize the sky and they’re gone againFame is fleeting God is nighWe raise our arms to him on nightWe shoot our flint into the sunWe bless our spoils and we’re gone we’re goneHey now man’s own kinWe commend into the windGrateful arms grateful limbsGrateful heart he’s gone againHere a man man’s own kinHe turned his back and his own people shot himAnd he fell on his kneesBefore the burning planeAnd he beheld fields of gold his land his sunAnd he arose his blood aflameThe clouds pressed with hand prints stainedOne last breathThe sky is highThe hungry earthThe empty veinThe ashes rainDeath’s own bedMan’s own kinInto the windOne last breathHole in lifeLove knot tiedBraid undoneChild bornThe hollow hornWarrior criedA warrior diedOne last breathLick of flameSpirit moanedSpirit shedThe heavens fedMan’s own kinGrips the skyAnd he’s gone againHey now man’s own kinWe lay down into the windGrateful arms grateful limbsGrateful heart he’s gone againHey now man’s own kinHe ascends into the windGrateful heart grateful limbsGrateful man he’s gone again