Singing Grass lyrics

[Verse 1]
He has thought himself
To the end of things
To a cold ceder fire
In mind
You are beside him there
The house
The church yard and field

[Chorus 1]
This his wind
Sways the grass to dance
To dance before him

[Verse 2]
Arrow ceder
Dogwood
Ash
Tipped bone
Antler
Stone and lash
Hear clanging of hoof and heel
The rattle by roan
On the white mountain
On the black hill shown