The Whisper of the Leaves
In the morning
The roaring of a wave
In a storm
The drizzle of the rain
On your windowpane
Sing a quiet song
Of our love
Old men telling lies
On a park bench
A young girl making plans
On the phone
A secret on the lips
Of an eager child
Sing a quiet song
Of our love
We never had a house
With a garden
I never had a ring
With your name
When I saw you leave
Did I hear your eyes
Sing a quiet song
Of our love
A love
That's sailing on the sea
In the daytime
Riding on the clouds
Through the night
Through the night






Shining in the sky
Till the end of time
When we sing a quiet song
Of our love
Sorry we'll miss your voice
W entirely
I miss you
You said you'd stay
You said we made up


And our criteria
you