| Song | Gone Again |
| Artist | Patti Smith |
| Album | Divine Intervention |
| 作词 : Smith, Smith | |
| Hey now man's own kin | |
| we commend into the wind | |
| grateful arms grateful limbs | |
| grateful soul he's gone again | |
| I have a winter's tale | |
| how vagrant hearts relent prevail | |
| sow their seed into the wind | |
| seize the sky and they're gone again | |
| fame is fleeting God is nigh | |
| we raise our arms to him on high | |
| we shoot our flint into the sun | |
| we bless our spoils and we're gone we're gone | |
| Hey now man's own kin | |
| we commend into the wind | |
| grateful arms grateful limbs | |
| grateful heart he's gone again | |
| Here a man man's own kin | |
| he turned his back and his own people shot him | |
| and he fell on his knees | |
| before the burning plane | |
| and he beheld fields of gold his land his sun | |
| and he arose his blood aflame | |
| the clouds pressed with hand prints stained | |
| one last breath | |
| the sky is high | |
| the hungry earth | |
| the empty vein | |
| the ashes rain | |
| death's own bed | |
| man's own kin | |
| into the wind | |
| one last breath | |
| hole in life | |
| love knot tied | |
| braid undone | |
| child born | |
| the hollow horn | |
| warrior cried | |
| a warrior died | |
| one last breath | |
| lick of flame | |
| spirit moaned | |
| spirit shed | |
| the heavens fed | |
| man's own kin | |
| grips the sky | |
| and he's gone again | |
| Hey now man's own kin | |
| we lay down into the wind | |
| grateful arms grateful limbs | |
| grateful heart he's gone again | |
| Hey now man's own kin | |
| he ascends into the wind | |
| grateful heart grateful limbs | |
| grateful man he's gone again |
| zuò cí : Smith, Smith | |
| Hey now man' s own kin | |
| we commend into the wind | |
| grateful arms grateful limbs | |
| grateful soul he' s gone again | |
| I have a winter' s tale | |
| how vagrant hearts relent prevail | |
| sow their seed into the wind | |
| seize the sky and they' re gone again | |
| fame is fleeting God is nigh | |
| we raise our arms to him on high | |
| we shoot our flint into the sun | |
| we bless our spoils and we' re gone we' re gone | |
| Hey now man' s own kin | |
| we commend into the wind | |
| grateful arms grateful limbs | |
| grateful heart he' s gone again | |
| Here a man man' s own kin | |
| he turned his back and his own people shot him | |
| and he fell on his knees | |
| before the burning plane | |
| and he beheld fields of gold his land his sun | |
| and he arose his blood aflame | |
| the clouds pressed with hand prints stained | |
| one last breath | |
| the sky is high | |
| the hungry earth | |
| the empty vein | |
| the ashes rain | |
| death' s own bed | |
| man' s own kin | |
| into the wind | |
| one last breath | |
| hole in life | |
| love knot tied | |
| braid undone | |
| child born | |
| the hollow horn | |
| warrior cried | |
| a warrior died | |
| one last breath | |
| lick of flame | |
| spirit moaned | |
| spirit shed | |
| the heavens fed | |
| man' s own kin | |
| grips the sky | |
| and he' s gone again | |
| Hey now man' s own kin | |
| we lay down into the wind | |
| grateful arms grateful limbs | |
| grateful heart he' s gone again | |
| Hey now man' s own kin | |
| he ascends into the wind | |
| grateful heart grateful limbs | |
| grateful man he' s gone again |