I walk until I can no longer drag my heels
I sit beside this oak and breathe in the night air
Memories come rushing in as I take it all in
Voices from the past haunt me; images of banished people fill my mind’s eye
The stories they weave all so familiar, their laughter fills the crimson skies
'All things come to an end', they whisper to me.
I’m comforted, for I know they speak the truth
I weep, for I know they speak the truth
But who will tell my story?
I sit beside this oak and breathe in the night air
Memories come rushing in as I take it all in
Voices from the past haunt me; images of banished people fill my mind’s eye
The stories they weave all so familiar, their laughter fills the crimson skies
'All things come to an end', they whisper to me.
I’m comforted, for I know they speak the truth
I weep, for I know they speak the truth
But who will tell my story?
