word by word
she spoke to me
hidden neath a mess of bygone linnen

she listens as to dry a thousand tongues
my love is thin and thinning
some cherised flower

flutters through
gentleborn beloved you
kindness always

kindness always

i hear the sound

the sound she's left me
i stood her ground
no

they've swayed me

i hear the sound

the sound she's left me
i stood her ground
i hear the sound

the sound she's left me

wrapped tight

inside your shawl
we wander round this dingy hall
softly spoken

shaken tree
the ash grove we come to be
the blood run

the blood run away
from arm and leg to a warm heart
all our colors agree

in the dark

but no man lives upon that land

far enough for us to see
i hear your voice yeah
in the hum of this machine


i hear the sound
the sound you've left me

i stood her ground

i hear the sound

the sound she's left me