Listen 6/29/94
As I see the moon's bright glow,
Shining through the trees.
I'll tell you all the secrets I
know,
If you listen to the breeze.
It will tell you all you need to
know,
But only if you stay.
It will tell you all it's tales
of woe,
And how to mend your ways.
So listen to what it says to you,
Come hear it's anguished cries.
For everything it says is true,
The gentle breeze never lies.