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C.B. Heinemann: Music

Voices in the Woods

(C.B. Heinemann)
February 22, 2010
C.B. Heinemann
VOICES IN THE WOODS

WANDERING AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS I WAS LOST IN THE HILLS
I FOUND A SPLASHING STREAM
HEARING TWO VOICES CALL TO EACH OTHER
I SAT DOWN TO HEAR WHAT THEY MIGHT SAY
HOW WILL I FIND YOU AGAIN?
IF YOU REMEMBER YOU WILL FIND ME
WHY DOES THE LOST BIRD SING?
HE KNOWS THE KEY TO EVERYTHING

TRYING TO GET CLOSER I CREPT OVER A STONE
AND SAT DOWN TO HEAR WHAT THEY MIGHT SAY
I STILL COULDN’T SEE SO I CLOSED MY EYES TIGHT
AND HEARD THE NEXT WORDS LIKE A STOWAWAY
“HOW WILL I KNOW YOUR NAME?”
MY NAME IS WRITTEN ON THE WATER
“HOW WILL I FIND YOU AGAIN?”
FIND THE PATH OF THE BLIND MAN’S DAUGHTER

I scratched my head and wondered if I’d heard these words before
I felt like I joined a gang of conspirators
Even stranger the sensation something there belonged to me
I forgot where I had come from
Left to wander the world alone like a refugee

ALTHOUGH NIGHT HAD COME AND NO MOON SHONE DOWN FROM THE SKY
A RAIN SPRAYED OVER THE HILLS
HARD AS I MIGHT TRY I COULDN’T MAKE UP MY MIND
TO SPEAK UP OR SUMMON UP MY WILL
WHAT IS THIS THING I HOLD?
YOU HOLD THE ANSWER TO ALL YOUR SEARCHING
WHY MUST I STILL GROW OLD?
TO KNOW THE HEART OF EVERYTHING

By then I knew that I had slipped myself a Mickey Finn
Brought by the rain on the whispering wind
Even though I couldn’t see it—something there belonged to me
I forgot where I had come from
Left to wander the world in the wrong kind of company