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(Anastasio/Marshall)

And in the distance could be heard
What might have been a whispered word
I thought I heard a sighing too
And instantly I follow you

Just beyond and further still
A shadow of a larger hill
Moves between me and my view
And interrupts my thought of you

Then I see a robin fly
Across my view into the sky
I thought perhaps he somehow knew
Why he appeared instead of you

A silent owl just floated by
The moon, black in the summer sky
And I'm still here beneath this tree
Wondering when you'll speak to me

Wondering when you'll speak to me