Stand up there and speak to us
about hope and about pain
There are so many words you're saying,
but all I wanted was my name

Which word, in which language,
which of them is mine?
Will I find it in the valley,
or on the mountains that I climb?

Who will speak it to me,
who will say, "You are this"
Some people say you find yourself
others say you have to wish

I wonder if the great blue heron
holds it in his bill
I wonder if it's with my fathers
buried in a hill