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In the spring we made a boat
Out of feathers, out of bones.
We set fire to our homes,
Walking barefoot in the snow.
Distant rhythm of the drum
As we drifted towards the storm.
Baby lion lost his teeth,
Now they're swimming in the sea.
Troubled spirits on my chest
Where they laid to rest.
The birds all left my tall friend
As your body hit the sand.
Million stars up in the sky
Formed a tigers eye
That looked down on my face,
Out of time and out of place.
So hold on,
Hold on to what we are,
Hold on to your heart.
Awaken by the sound
Of a screaming owl.
Chasing leafs in the wind,
Going where we've never been.
Said goodbye to you my friend,
As the fire spread.
All that's left are your bones
That will soon sink like stones
So hold on,
Hold on to what we are,
Hold on to your heart.
So hold on,
Hold on to your heart.
Out of feathers, out of bones.
We set fire to our homes,
Walking barefoot in the snow.
Distant rhythm of the drum
As we drifted towards the storm.
Baby lion lost his teeth,
Now they're swimming in the sea.
Troubled spirits on my chest
Where they laid to rest.
The birds all left my tall friend
As your body hit the sand.
Million stars up in the sky
Formed a tigers eye
That looked down on my face,
Out of time and out of place.
So hold on,
Hold on to what we are,
Hold on to your heart.
Awaken by the sound
Of a screaming owl.
Chasing leafs in the wind,
Going where we've never been.
Said goodbye to you my friend,
As the fire spread.
All that's left are your bones
That will soon sink like stones
So hold on,
Hold on to what we are,
Hold on to your heart.
So hold on,
Hold on to your heart.
Lyrics submitted by Macuahuitl
Track duration: 04:09
"Your Bones" as written by Ragnar Thorhallsson
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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In Spring, snow rains down heavily in some areas. Living in one of those areas, these Nomadic Indians hunt for their food and equipment while traveling on foot for a new area to settle down in for a bit.
However, one (or a couple of) tribesmen ended up succumbing to the snow or other hardships. Before moving on any further, the others do a ritual where they cremate the dead which lasts through the night until the last man or woman falls asleep.
Waking up to the sound of an Owl, they all start waking up and getting ready to move again, paying their final respects to those who passed just as they've done to the animals they've hunted and continue on.
'Baby lion lost his teeth,
Now they're swimming in the sea.
Made me think of a young indian called Cub, who died during his first battle. This song seemed like someone's recollection of his last moments and his thoughts and sadness of having to bury him at sea.