16 Horsepower

Horse Head Fiddle

I look for him in everywhere

In everywhere I found him not

Exhausted I sleep in steppe

In the dream my gray horse spoke to me

Find me neath the killing cliff

Hang my skull on the old larch tree

Carve from its wood a two string fiddle

Cover over with the skin of my face

String my hair down the neck in place

Weave together anger and grief

Bow down bow down and sing

I will return through you

Strong and gray on mountain high

His black and white faces go running by

Strong and gray on mountain high

He come with herd black faces wild