The Wisp Sings

Let me sleep

I am tired of my grief

And I would like you

To love me, to love me, to love me

This is the night when these woods sigh

Come with me

There are people who cannot speak

Without smiling

They would take me from your hand

Or they would try, they would try

This is the murmur of the land

This is the sound of love's marching band

And how they hold you like a gun

And how I sing you like a song

I heard when I was young

And buried for a night like this

Buried for a night like this