The spirit of clouds I am And the spring creeks singing A stillness within a river great A rainbow on the falls A blackness of waters The spirit of man In a warrior straw-haired
I am not a god A man I’m not
I am my people I am the song of my tribe The wisdom and the skills A sword turned into poem
I am the oaken sage The bone-hurling one The boulder on some riverside The eye of golden hawk The embrace of red bear The song in the heart of the man