word by wordshe spoke to mehidden neath a mess of bygone linnenshe listens as to dry a thousand tonguesmy love is t hin and thinningsome cherised flowerflutters throughgentleborn beloved youkindness alwayskindness alwaysi hear the sound the sound she's left mei stood her groundnothey've swayed mei hear the soundthe sound she's left mei stood her groundi hear the soundthe sound she's left mewrapped tightinside your shawlwe wander round this dingy hallsoftly spokenshaken t reethe ash grove we come to bethe blood runthe blood run awayfrom arm and leg to a warm heartall our colors agreein the d arkbut no man lives upon that landfar enough for us to seei hear your voice yeahin the hum of this machinei hear the sou ndthe sound you've left mei stood her groundi hear the soundthe sound she's left me