I will plant the seed of us
With the ash of a long winter
I will exhale it all away...
And begin anew
I'm going down
I'm going under
Returning to soil
Returning to seed
I don't know where I've been
But it is not here where I belong
So, I will sleep now
And i will dream of tomorrow
On the branch of the wild pear tree
He sits, a spangled starling
Each morning I watch for him
With the sun he comes with song
In the breath that moves
Through wooden flutes
In the sigh
Of the strings of a dilruba
In the lament of a spanish guitar
I remember
Here in the soil
I remember who I am...
Here in the seed
I remember
I'm going down
I'm going under
I'm returning to soil
I'm returning to seed
I'm returning to you
I don't know where I've been
But it is not here with you where I belong
So, I will sleep now and dream of tomorrow
So, I will sleep now and dream of tomorrow