Call It The Sundance

Under the skin insect glint is shot thoughts Hemispheres of sparks, eyes that won't close Observe and doing change all things Falls through Love objects This gathering of accidents Into dynastic triumph of things I long for dawn at end of mind Traveling light deluge of birth and death Quiver of events trembling to be Shot into the face of time Call it the Sundance Everything you do, everything you say Whether false or true In some kind of way, touches something Everything you take, everything you leave Every move you make Pulls the fabric of the weave of everything Call it the Sundance Everything you do, everything you say Whether false or true In some kind of way, touches something Everything you take, everything you leave Every move you make Pulls the fabric of the weave of everything Call it the Sundance --- Call It the Sundance - Bruce Cockburn