Текст песни The Voice Of Spring

A silence laced with words Candles flickering to the cadence of my breath Fireflies painting the night Snow hallucinations gone in the blink of an eye The welling of water beneath me, from early morning’s rain Which pools in the lip of the stream We share a likeness For this is the voice of spring My daughter sings to the sky Pulling down the stars, and strings them marigolds Weaving them into a crown As her voice measures the distance Between stones and flying seeds For this is the voice of spring A blessing for exhausted ewes