Whispering
Grass.
Bend
ye to the floor,
A
breeze is rushing through.
I
can hear a voice beneath,
All
of this Hullabaloo...
Telling
me to count my days,
For
love is coming in.
In
a whisper oh so silently,
I
find a clue what you begin...
Wild
and free with daisy chains,
Your
hair will be as gold.
Caught
as quickly by the breeze,
Your
secrets are being told...
Tell
me more of my true love,
Your
wisdom I shall hear.
Rustling
in the sway of life,
I'll
not fear what you draw near...
Skipping
'pon the timeless winds,
I
see you shake and dance.
Courting
me and all my heart,
How
I love this arrogance...
Full
of secrets to be told,
Come
fill my heart with joy.
I
ran some time between you then,
When
I'd barely been a boy...
These
days come all too quickly,
Where
I have need of you.
The
council of your bowing head,
In
golden fields and skies of blue...
So
tell me one last secret,
That
I shall know her name.
I'll
listen oh so carefully,
And
know your happiness again...
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