| Come, lonely hunter, chieftain and king, I will fly like the falcon when I go
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| Bear me my brother under your wing, I will strike fell like lightnin' when I go
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| I will bellow like the thunder drum, invoke the storm of war
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| A twistin' pillar spun of dust and blood up from the prairie floor
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| I will sweep the foe before me like a gale out on the snow
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| And the wind will long recount the story, reverence and glory, when I go
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| Spring, spirit dancer, nimble and thin, I will leap like coyote when I go
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| Tireless entrancer, lend me your skin, I will run like the gray wolf when I go
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| I will climb the rise at daybreak, I will kiss the sky at noon
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| Raise my yearnin' voice at midnight to my mother in the moon
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| I will make the lay of long defeat and draw the chorus slow
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| I’ll send this message down the wire and hope that someone wise is listenin'
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| when I go
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| And when the sun comes trumpets from his red house in the east
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| He will find a standin' stone where long I chanted my release
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| He will send his mornin' messenger to strike the hammer blow
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| And I will crumble down uncountable in showers of crimson rubies when I go
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| Sigh, mournful sister, whisper and turn, I will rattle like dry leaves when I go
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| Stand in the mist where my fire used to burn, I will camp on the night breeze
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| when I go
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| And should you glimpse my wand’rin form out on the borderline
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| Between death and resurrection and the council of the pines
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| Do not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me so
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| All your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me when I go
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| Do not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me so
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| All your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me when I go |