WENDLA

Whispering
Here the ghosts in the moonlight
Sorrow doing a new dance
Through their bone, through their skin

Listening
To the souls in the fool's night
Fumbling mutely with [bad word] hands
And there's heartache without end

See the father bent in grief
The mother dressed in mourning
Sister [bad word]  and the neighbors [bad word] The preacher issues warnings

History
Little miss didn't do right
Went [bad word] all the [bad word] plans
Such a shame. Such a sin.

Mystery
Home alone on a school night
Harvest moon over the blue land
Summer longing on the wind

Had a sweetheart on his knees
So faithful and adoring
And he touched me. And I let him love me.
So let that be my story

Listening
For the hope, for the new life
Something beautiful, a new chance
Hear its whispering
There again