Gentle Soldier of my Soul
hey-yah
My love has gone all upon the crimson trail,
his drum at dawn beating brimstone through the veil,
clear light through smoke and ash,
and balmy seas, where breakers crash and roll,
Gentle soldier of my soul
hey-yah
He lays me down in his garden growin bed,
he weaves a crown, twigs and feathers for my head,
he sings the fields awake,
and folds me in the love that makes me whole,
Gentle soldier of my soul
hey-yah
When I have passed through the forest of my trails,
and stand at last where the shadows run for miles,
we'll ride on ponies fine,
with painted shields through fields of shining gold,
Gentle soldier of my soul
hey-yah