Tell your secrets to the ground the dampened leaves and broken twigs reveal your presence...

Where she has lain three hundred years where no one hears...

What bade you come what brings you to this place

Where words and deeds gently end where lovers lost might find again

And if you had found her three hundred years before

Laughter on the hillside Dawn's colors in her eyes

Would you tell her your heart? Oh your heart...

If you hover here you'll feel her amidst the dust and silence, in bones and withered leaves

Oh speak your heart to the trees the restless breeze

What bade you search for the love you should have known

In wildflowers overgrown you know her nameless stone

And if you find her three hundred years from now

Laughter on the hillside Dawn's colors in her eyes

Though you have known her a hundred lives or more

Will you take her in your arms and kiss her perfect lips Tell at last...

Oh your heart...

Oh my dear ones Seize the day