Watch the stream run by you Watch the Indian chief, wrapped in blue corn leaves drift by you Watch it take root in the sun's pond, and rise at the fire Oh, no more being matchwood Only rising higher
I wanna see you be the one whose first light Harbors in the new day and see you settle into yourself and never be afraid
Now I take everything as a good sign, because I'm in love I take everything as a sign, from God
And now I give myself to you alone No more nights hang above me Oh, B...