From the recording Hallowed Ground
In Places Unseen
Words and music by:
She wakes in the morning, and pours a strong cup of black tea.
She sits in the garden preparing to leave.
There’s no way to know where she’s going, There’s no way to tell where she’s been.
And no one may follow where she leads.
She wonders along, like a fast moving stream,
whispering soft like a wind in the trees.
I strain hard to listen, anxious to see if she’ll be returning to me
My hands shake with anticipation,
and the whole world can hear my heart beat.
In desperation, where can she be.
She walks all alone, in places unseen.
Drifting in close like a wind on the trees.