The wonderer alone like an island
alone like a little star wandering
your rugs hustled by the wind
and you marching on the dirt-track
the dust of the fields is your food
the summers rain is your drink
black birds the sky far away
your eyes still proud they're
the first flashes of the morning sun
waking the earth up to life
the warrior and the tear-drop
you're the tear-drop and the salt
by the roads cinerary urns
the ashes of your ancestors
can you hear their voices ?
your destination is to fight
