Roots drink from the winding Snake,
And roots drink from the lazy Delaware

You are the smooth petioles that anchor me
I'm coarse beneath, sort of glossy
On top.

Fall in love
the Yellow breeze
Sunsets don't
Encumber me
Don't you see where
this is going?
Don't you want
To anchor me?

Clay builds up on riverbanks,
Packed around the roots of trees.
Fire's going down the river,
Set a fire
Inside me.

Faster than the Winding Snake,
Fire's going down the river
Down the river inside me.

You are fire, wind and clay
Send your river through my veins.

I wear the wind like a necklace
And bow to the storm as I watch the river run.
The world is falling, brown and green
Orange gold, and red

You are higher
Than the Sun
Work is done, and we are strong

When I die I'll turn to clay,
According to my dream.

Fire down the cold gray river,
Where does all that water go?
Deltas lease them to the sea
Nature studied, let it go

Carry water, sons and daughters
Tend to all your dying leaves
Send your fire down the river
Give the Earth its last reprieve