The Speaking Hands
Wovenhand
4:01Unto all the taken The lifted by lock Given away In the firmament Soaring, duad-hawk Dressed in white linen As black as night is day In the true Apache sky Rung broken bell Sung cracking smile God was mine all the while A hunted one Whom all the leopard hunt To the teeth set on edge There is no lack, there is no want In the Sioux Comanche sky Rung broken bell Sung cracking smile And God was mine alone A weeping eye, duad-hawk To the harpist To the tune of this fluttering soul He who places his brother in the ground Is everywhere, lo and behold Who can remember What he remembers no more? Soaring, duad-hawk soar In the true Apache sky Rung broken bell Sung cracking smile God was mine alone A weeping eye In the Sioux Comanche sky Rung broken bell Sung cracking smile And God was mine alone all the while