I Look For Him in Everywhere 
In Everywhere I Found Him Not 
Exhausted I Sleep in Steppe

In the Dream My Gray Horse Spoke to Me 
Find Me Neath the Killing Cliff 
Find Me Neath the Killing Cliff

Hang My Skull On the Old Larch Tree 
Carve From Its Wood a Two String Fiddle 
Cover Over With the Skin of My Face 
String My Hair Down the Neck in Place

Weave Together Anger and Grief 
Bow Down Bow Down and Sing 
I Will Return Through You

Strong and Gray On Mountain High 
He Come With Herd Black Faces Wild