Word by word
   she spoke to me
   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
   wrapped tight
   inside your shawl
   we wander round this dingy hall
   softly spoken
   shaken tree
   the ash grove we've come to be
   the blood run
   the blood run 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
   in the hum of this machine
   i hear the sound
   the sound she's left me
   i stood her ground