Whispering کے بول

Whispering Here the ghosts in the moonlight Sorrow doing a new dance Through their bone, through their skin Listening To the souls in the fool's night Fumbling mutely with their rude hands And there's heartache without end See the father bent in grief The mother dressed in mourning Sister crumbles, and the neighbors grumble The preacher issues warnings History Little miss didn't do right Went and ruined all the true plans Such a shame Such a sin Mystery Home alone on a school night Harvest moon over the blue land Summer longing on the wind Had a sweetheart on his knees So faithful and adoring And he touched me. And I let him love me. So let that be my story Listening For the hope, for the new life Something beautiful, a new chance Hear its whispering There again