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 [bad word] to be
The [bad word] The [bad word] 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