From the recording Turnaround
Lyrics
Hands worn through from the hammer shaft
Feet calloused but they will last
Crows feet deep
Cheekbones high
Spirit soaring in the sky
Lightning come and struck him down
He can't get up but he would try
His blood and water sink in the soil
Across the hills a storm does roll
Coyote come and find him there
Coyote sniffing through his hair
Lightning etched into his stare
Coyote gone and left him there
Down in the valley where the fiddle plays
And the trumpets ring at dawn
In the misty lowlands the bagpipes blow
And the world becomes a song
For twenty nights the hill was his home
The rain drenched deep into his bones
Vultures waited for the day his heart would fade away
But the sound of the fiddle
Came through the trees
Brought by a cool mountain breeze
Lightning danced in his softened feet
He rolled over to the sound so sweet
Down into the valley
Down into the valley
Down in the valley where the fiddle plays
And the trumpets ring at dawn
In the misty lowlands the bagpipes blow
And the world becomes a song