I "heard" this one in a dream. When I woke this morning I wrote it down and made an audio note.

      C
The sun goes down and the WIND picks up
   Am
It draws me out, whirls in my cup
       Em                        F
I am rising - beginning to fly
C
Leaves start singing as their branches bend
   Am
A song that is older than the wind
           Em                                  F
They're spinning - the sto-ry of the SKY
               Em                               F
Branches whirling - left ones under right
  Em                           F     /A    F
I join them, letting go, I fly, I fly, I fly,
                                C - F - C - F
   I give myself over to night < alt: to die >.

C - F - C - F

FATHER shows me her ten thousand lights
Mother holds them through ten thousand nights
Each one - whirl-ing round and round
Brothers, sisters in this late night dance
All of us in an ecstatic trance
We are spinning - make that whirling sound
We are pouring - light out on the ground < alt: Father moves us - we pour light on the ground >
Join us: let your SELF abound, abound, abound
   Turn yourself round and round.