He clears the air and cuts it with a feather
We are singing and playing, I her him saying
I remember breezes from winds inside your body
He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns
He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water
When he is gone I want to know him better
With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire
No one is forsaken, no one is a liar
Many in a circle slowly 'round the fire