Oh if you could hear me
if you could hear me over the
punching wind
and the troubled ground
if you could hear me over the sea in
its tortured dance
if you could hear my plea
then hear me now
Oh if you could hear me over the
rush of corals
if you could hear me in the stones'
cold roll
if you could hear me beneath the din
of the seagulls' aching
if you could hear me in the sails
hear me now
Oh if you could hear me under the
waves
if you could hear me
across the street
if you could hear me over the hills
and the hark of herons
if you could hear me in my sleep
and the scores of people
if you could hear me under the stars
then hear me now
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