Duat Hawk
Chuck French, David Eugene Edwards
Unto all the taken
Lifted by loch
Given away
In the firmament
Soaring duat hawk
Dressed in white linen
As black as night is day
In the true Apache sky
Rung broken bell
Sung cracking smile
God was mine all the while
A hunted one
Who all the leopard haunt
To the teeth set on edge
There is no lack
There is no want
In the Sioux Comanche sky
Rung broken bell
Sung cracking smile
God was mine alone
A weeping eye
Duat Hawk
To the harpist
To the tunе
Of this fluttering soul
He who placed his brothеr
In the ground is everywhere
Low and behold
Who can remember
What he remembers no more
Soaring duat hawk soar
In the true Apache sky
God was mine alone
A weeping eye
In the Sioux Comanche sky
Rung broken bell
Sung cracking smile
And God was thine alone
All the while