Hey now man's own kin We commend into the wind Grateful arms grateful limbs Grateful soul he's gone again I have a winter's tale How vagrant hearts relent prevail Sow their seed into the wind Seize the sky and they're gone again Fame is fleeting God is nigh We raise our arms to him on night We shoot our flint into the sun We bless our spoils and we're gone we're gone Hey now man's own kin We commend into the wind Grateful arms grateful limbs Grateful heart he's gone again Here a man man's own kin He turned his back and his own people shot him And he fell on his knees Before the burning plane And he beheld fields of gold his land his sun And he arose his blood aflame The clouds pressed with hand prints stained One last breath The sky is high The hungry earth The empty vein The ashes rain Death's own bed Man's own kin Into the wind One last breath