Gentle words so softly spoken
Silence oh so barely broken
Whispered such artistic flare
Take me there Oh take me there
I need no eyes to take a look
To see the babbling country brook
Open meadow, gentle breeze
Swaying flowers, rustling leaves
Your words wash away my care
Take me there Oh take me there
In silent room of dark and gloom
Your whisper I cannot spare
I need no ears with which to hear
The singing birds their trill so clear
The croaking frogs and cricket pairs
You take me there Oh take me there
Imprisoned in this shell I wear
I cannot move but I can dare
To hold on til tomorrow when
You take me there Oh take me there
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