First Song for B

Watch the stream run by you

Watch the Indian chief

Wrapped in blue corn leaves drift by you

Watch you take root in the son’s palm

And rise out of the fire

No more being match wood

Only rising higher

I wanna see you be the one who’s first light

Harbors in the new day

And see you settle into yourself

And never be afraid

Now I take everything as a good sign

Because I'm in love

I take everything as a sign from God

And now I give myself to you alone

No more knives hang above me

Oh B

Please destroy me, please destroy me

Please destroy me, please destroy me, oh, oh