Windburnt Soul

Don’t fade quiet and soft,
To your dyin’ day.
Don’t fade.
Red-stained, windburnt soul return to base.

Don’t cower in your final hour,
You old face
Don’t cower in your final hour,
Hold face.
Red-stained, windburnt soul return to base

Go on an all-out run,
Don’t watch your step.
Leave your breath behind
Let your babies cry.
Leave your lady go dry.