(F)I am your (G)noble (C)savage, but to (F)me I (G)am a (C)man. The (F)father (G)of my (C)sons, the (F)servant (G)of my (C)wo(Amin)-ma(Amin/G)(F)(G)(F)-an.
La, la, (G)la, la, la, (C)la.
And I have made my bow, I take only what I need. I am the maker of fire, and the planter of seed. La, la, la, la, la, la.
And I have learned an order in things, and I teach my children. For each seed a star, for each son a generation. La, la, la, la, la, la.
I have no time for freedom, barefoot I run in forest leaves. There is pain in birth, but for the dead I do not grieve. La, la, la, la, la, la.
I have cut marks on my body, there is beauty in pain. And a sadness in joy, like death and the sunset. La, la, la, la, la, la.
I am the willing heathen, I worship everything. I will add new words to my language and write them on the wind. La, la, la, la, la, la.
I am the maker of music, and the reader of the heavens. I am the worker of magic, and the fearer of storms. La, la, la, la, la, la.
I am the writer in sand. I am the first and last man. And if I could read the future, I would ask you not to come. La, la, la, la, la, la.
