Speak to Me

How long a way you’ve walked my friend

to come six feet, how long

You seem to me to be a walking autumn

In the dew drop spinning, in the quiet of the rain

In piano hammers, in the knot of day

Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me

Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me

How long a way you’ve walked my friend

to come six feet, how long

You seem to me to be a happenstance I love

Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me

Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me

The fury of your why is a mountain

The fury of your why is a mountain

Speak to me

Speak to me

Speak to me

Speak to me