From the recording Dusty Heart

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Oh those eyes
Oh that mouth
Hear your voice crying out
Heart of hearts on your sleeve
The melody carries me

Will it rise like a warm sun on a November morn
Or fall to the cold Earth - bramble and thorn
I will get lost in the timbre and trail
The spirit that echoes what your heart's trying to say

Free in the echo
Deep down below