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