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