Woven Hand - Come Brave

Run, run brave run
Come brave, come brave sun
Come brave sun and guide him fletching fire
Eagle plumed arrow inside him
In the spirited weakness
Galloping death faced beside him
Up an gone like a leaping buck right over the wall
The fire answers consuming tempo and timbre the grass dancers call
Enlarge the place of thy tent stretch outward thy skin
Lengthen thy cord
Strengthen thy stakes and bring them in
O golden dream horse - o striking bear
Golden sheers the 7 lochs
No spirit of fear radiant straight dancer
Northern straight - southern gate lancer
Hitched up to the fiery sun
Where a man can run off the road
Run, run brave run
Come brave, come brave sun, come brave sun, all his sons shout with joy
A mighty rush of wing
Are not all his princes altogether kings run
Run brave run, come brave, come brave sun
Come brave sun, run brave run