do your words begin to fail you, old bear? nevermind them, we know your heart's meaning and we see you seek, still, young wind through long hair, albeit long gone it is your spirit we're after anyhow; his heart beats thunder his wind blows strong through our young and bending bones nevermind your words if they tire; you are young wind and spirit to fresh feet with us you'll dance long past your days of eloquence it is your spirit we're after anyhow