seen you smiling good as rain to the scorched moss in the canyons and the burning leaves the windmills with their sorrow and cold eye standing on a hill with arms as still as dirt in a tomb crying where is the wind we hit the air like feathers blowing south the places that we ve come and been nearly brought us to our knees i see your smile through the fire of the burning lives ashes whipping up like water down a drain hang your head heard you laughing as real as tears the sound comes falling off your lips and eyes and shakes the ground the scarecrows with their spiteful eyes their arms hung down to their sides wondering what of their great deed deserves such defeat i ve seen a killing in the cold wild snow the tones that rang from off the blade were never heard beyond the deed i see your smile through the fire of burning lives ashes whipping up like water down a drain hang your head on me i see your smile through the fire of burning lives ashes whipping up like water down a drain hold your head high 