word by wordnshe spoke to menhidden neath a mess of bygone linnennshe listens as to dry a thousand tonguesnmy love is thin and thinningnsome cherised flowernflutters throughngentleborn beloved younkindness alwaysnkindness alwaysnni hear the soundnthe sound she's left meni stood her groundnnonthey've swayed menni hear the soundnthe sound she's left meni stood her groundni hear the soundnthe sound she's left mennwrapped tightninside your shawlnwe wander round this dingy hallnsoftly spokennshaken treenthe ash grove we come to benthe blood runnthe blood run awaynfrom arm and leg to a warm heartnall our colors agreenin the darknnbut no man lives upon that landnfar enough for us to seeni hear your voice yeahnin the hum of this machinenni hear the soundnthe sound you've left meni stood her groundnni hear the soundnthe sound she's left men