Your Voice

I sit here all day long,

With a face down by a furlong,

Awaiting to hear your melody,

Curing my heart of this malady

Your voice, so mellow

Like the autumn that turns yellow,

A voice, so sweet

Makes my heartstring weep and repeat

A voice that is fresh like the evergreen blades,

From which even Death may fade,

Speak, I plead you,

Everyone will heed you

Let your voice be carried across the meadows,

Let your voice be carried through the shadows,

Let it cross the mountains and the ravines,

Let it fill the fountains and every crevice

Let it be heard to both man and beast,

From the highest of the high eagle’s nest,

To the dead men’s rest,

Let your voice hold them behest