Turning Wake

Turn, turning you a bent-bone weary wandering soul And born, borne upon a body you can never own Rollin' you a long-bent sideways tumbling a mother-given loom You knew it when you flew in shuttlin' Weaver you are goal-bent, but do your strings Hold the strength of what was given when you flew in? Burn, you're burning your own home Some days could you live a little lighter Give a little water, give a little eye to eye See from what you're made, got a lil' shadow in your wake Wakin' is the way you grow this, know this Got a lil' matter to be bade, met and given it away This the trip we being shown, told is all we've ever known What another truth you gonna hide? Baby, finding that you choosin' every moment Lookin' through the frame they givin' you There's a turn from the fear A stand for the free A song for the beat-down pickin' up steam You will hear my voice here singin' There's a let from the greed A gift for the kind I'll be dancing' with the ones who remind me We are born of dust and silence We are made of ancient song And there are ones who'll keep us sleeping And there are ones who bring the dawn Put your back to the birch and your mind To the matter of a listening kind of way We are born of dust and silence We are made of ancient song Rose, rose upon the shoulders of the shoreline Eyesight creeping 'round the edges of the known You've known it from before Before your sight was shorn shifted And they told you not to talk of this But you remember in your sleep All the ones that you could see Raisin' candles to the sky Through the forest dark as night Wide-eyed, keep stride this the path you bein' shown Sure thing keep singin' to the ones you walkin' on They the wonder, you the stars they look upon You are clouds to them, giving harm or giving form Do we greet them with a grace? Do we run or do we face the ones who helping us To heal our choice and choose again? 'Cause there's a turn from the fear A stand for the free A song for the beat-down pickin' up steam And you will my voice here singin' There's a let from the greed A gift for the kind I'll be dancing with the ones who remind me We are born of dust and silence We are made of ancient song And there are ones who'll keep us sleeping And there are ones who bring the dawn Put your back to the birch and your mind To the matter of a listening kind of way We are born of dust and silence We are made of ancient song Born of ancient song Bade farewell all you've been told Waves are rising you to shore It's not what you say, what you think It's the walk and the way that you do So you give what you give, what you give What you give, what you can, what you give Give what you give, what you are What you give, what you give, what you can What you give, what you give, what you are, what you can You will hear my voice here singin' (What you can, what you give, give what you are) I'll be dancing with the ones who remind me (What you can, what you are, give what you are) I'll be dancing with the ones who remind me We are born of dust and silence We are made of ancient song And there are ones who'll keep us sleeping And there are ones who bring the dawn Put your back to the birch and your mind To the matter of a listening kind of way We are born of dust and silence We are made of ancient song