Red Sun

Look for me where the red sun rises
   When the clouds are green and gray
Watch always in the windy desert
   By lonely roads I make my way

I will not pass where I am not wanted
   Not all paths are at first known
I seek a way to the only end
   I pray, and I will reap what I have sown

Then when all trumpets cease to sound
   The death of men shall bury his own
Upon the first ocean cliff I will wait
   And we will watch the last yellow dawn