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