Spirit of my silence I can hear you
but I'm afraid to be near you
and I don't know where to begin
and I don't know where to begin
Somewhere in the desert there's a forest
and an acre before us
but I don't know where to begin
but I don't know where to begin
again I lost my strength completely
Oh be near me, tired old mare
With the wind in your hair
amethyst and flowers on the table
is it real or a fable
well I suppose
a friend is a friend
And we all know
How this will end
Chimney swift that finds me be my keeper
silhouette of a seeder
What is that song
you sing for the dead
What is that song
you sing for the dead
I see the signal searchlights strike me
In the window
of my room
well I've got nothing to prove
well I've got nothing to prove