Listenin for the sound
Of voices now long gone…
Buried deep in the ground,
are all my families songs

Listenin at the breeze
For someone to call my name
But my friends have all blown on
Seems it always goes the same

People flow in
Like the tide, they roll on out
I know that’s how it goes
Aint no hope where there’s no doubt.

I sing at the sunrise
The songs my momma sang so well
I laugh into the winds
At jokes friends used to tell

I sow plants into the soil
Many lonely feet have tread
I wonder who will remember
All the things I’ve said.