I will climb the rise at daybreak,
I will kiss the sky at noon
Raise my yearning voice at midnight
to my mother in the moon
I will make the lay of long defeat
and draw the chorus slow
I'll send this message down the wire
and hope that someone wise
is listening when I go
And when the sun comes, trumpets
from his red house in the east
He will find a standing stone
where long I chanted my release
He will send his morning messenger
to strike the hammer blow
And I will crumble down uncountable
in showers of crimson rubies when I go
Sigh, mournful sister,
whisper and turn
I will rattle like dry leaves
when I go
Stand in the mist
where my fire used to burn
I will camp on the night breeze
when I go
And should you glimpse my wandering form
out on the borderline
Between death and resurrection
and the council of the pines
Do not worry for my comfort,
do not sorrow for me so
All your diamond tears will rise up
and adorn the sky beside me when I go
Dave Carter
