Lirieke: Grateful Dead. Terrapin Station. Sunrise.

Gazing at the fire, burning by the water
Before he speaks the world around us quiets

With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire
He clears the air and cuts it with a feather

Many in a circle slowly 'round the fire
When he is gone I want to know him better

No one is forsaken, no one is a liar
He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water

He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns
We are singing and playing, I her him saying

I remember breezes from winds inside your body
Keep me high, like I told you, I'll sing to them this story and know why