Ephrata has called in song
Let water pa** beneath me. Let water pa** above me
Who is listening? And where shall I find thee?
Under rocks and in the rain. Always and ever so few
and so far away. Who will care if the music stops
and I am left singing to the trees?
Handprints make faces on the wall. Echoes make answers to my calls
The quickened dead speak to me by day and hold me when I sleep
Ephrata has called in song
Let water pa** beneath me. Let water pa** above me
Ephrata has called in song