Hey-yah
My love has gone all upon the crimson trail
His drum at dawn beating brimstone through the veil
Clear light through smoke and ash
And balmy seas, where breakers crash and roll
Gentle soldier of my soul
Hey-yah
He lays me down in his garden growin bed
He weaves a crown, twigs and feathers for my head
He sings the fields awake
And folds me in the love that makes me whole
Gentle soldier of my soul
Hey-yah
When I have passed through the forest of my trials
And stand at last where the shadows run for miles
We'll ride on ponies fine
With painted shields through fields of shining gold
Gentle soldier of my soul
Hey-yah
Hey-yah
Hey-yah