Running my hands on twine for chord
A timorous glance from mine to yours
Make me a melody, I muttered mousily
Speak your prose with none to please
Weigh your elbows on my knees
As uttered several times before
Rhyme with your truth, ne'er to foreswore

To be drawn to you is a kindness
Steadily strumming just to remind us

Hearken, hearken for a while
Hearken, hearken for a while

We could sway against the meadows
As our riddles rest beneath
As our verses hide away
We could say: Let it be

Does your heart, too, whistle a wonder?
If the past is wed with the future
Is the now a chance or a passage only to be walked upon?
And if that is what they are after
Solely to foretell or to remember
It is us who are left above bedding
Borrowing breaths, bothered not by an ending

Forget your voice
Forget your mind
For when they find a way to wander
We will let it all

Hearken, hearken for a while
Hearken, hearken for a while

We could sway above the meadows
As our riddles rest beneath
I will listen, I will listen
I will let it be
I will

Hearken, hearken
Hearken, hearken
Hearken, hearken for a while

We could sway above the meadows
As our riddles rest beneath
As our verses hide away
We could say: Let it be