In the whispers of the wind
A sweet night calls to me
And from the darkness lies within
A precious melody

Softly does the breeze sing its ever sorrowful tune
And many a gentle stranger holds out his hand to you

But as I lie in wonder
As I yet lie in wait
Never do I negate
The feeling that I am irate

From where this melody
And why this promising
Whatever has lain before
Has been dormant and not developing

Had I never wondered
Had I crossed the line
Now I sit and wait for the passing of time

As I watch the others die
As I cry steady rivers
Never will I know a time
That I had not felt deaths shivers