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, gotta lil’ shadow in your 
wake, wakin is the way you grow this, know this 
gotta 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 picking’ up steam 
and you will hear my voice here singin’ 
there’s a let from the greed 
a gift for the kind 
and I’ll be dancing’ with the ones who remind me 
we are born of dust and silence 
we are made of ancient songs 
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 songs… 

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 sky they look upon 
you are clouds to them, givin’ harm or givin’ 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 

{CHORUS} 

Bade farewell all you’ve been told 
waves are rising you to shore 
it’s not what you say what you think 
it the walk and the way that you do 
so you 
give what you give what you can what you give what you 
give what you are what you give — give what you 
want 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… 
give what you can what you give, give what you want 
i’ll be dancing with the ones who remind me… 
i’ll be dancing with the ones who remind me… 
we are born of dust and silence 
we are made of ancient songs 
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…