Word by word she spoke to me   Neath a mess of bygone linen   She listens as to dry a thousand tongues   My love is thin and thinning      Some cherished flower   Flutters through   Gentle born 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