Rest In Peace brother

He has thought himself to the end of things
To a cold cedar fire
In mind, you are beside him there
The house, the church yard, and field
This, his wind, sways the grass to dance
To dance before him..

Arrow cedar, dogwood, ash
Tipped bone, antler, stone, and lash
Hear clanging of hoof and heel
The rattle by roan on the white mountain
On the black hill shown

The beast, he plays his harp
He does deceive the hearts
False fires in the minds of men
This his wind, sways the grass to dance
This his wind, sways the grass to dance
To dance before him...