Come, lonely hunter, chieftain and kingnI will fly like the falcon when I gonBear me my brother under your wingnI will strike fell like lightning when I gonI will bellow like the thunder drum, invoke the storm of warnA twisting pillar spun of dust and blood up from the prairie floornI will sweep the foe before me like a gale out on the snownAnd the wind will long recount the story, reverence and glory, nwhen I go nnSpring, spirit dancer, nimble and thinnI will leap like coyote when I gonTireless entrancer, lend me your skinnI will run like the gray wolf when I gonI will climb the rise at daybreak, I will kiss the sky at noonnRaise my yearning voice at midnight to my mother in the moonnI will make the lay of long defeat and draw the chorus slownI'll send this message down the wire and hope that someone wise is listening when I gonnAnd when the sun comes trumpets from his red house in the eastnHe will find a standing stone where long I chanted my releasenHe will send his morning messenger to strike the hammer blownAnd I will crumble down uncountable in showers of crimson rubies nwhen I gon nSigh, mournful sister, whisper and turnnI will rattle like dry leaves when I gonStand in the mist where my fire used to burnnI will camp on the night breeze when I gonAnd should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderlinenBetween death and resurrection and the council of the pinesnDo not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me sonAll your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me nwhen I gon