Whispers...
I thought you said you loved
me, but it was whispers on the wind...
And sometimes when it's
late at night, I hear those words again.
And when the rain is falling,
so softly as a mist...
I hear a sound that whispers,
a sound just like a kiss.
When the moon is shining
full, and it shows me where to walk...
I hear the wind flow through
the trees, I remember how we talked.
With faces close, and hands
held tight, no words were needed then...
Between our hearts, our
love would pass, like whispers on the wind.
I thought I felt you love
me, like it would never end...
But standing here alone
at night, I wish my heart could mend.
The rain mist falling on
my face, to mix with tears again...
I stand and say I love
you, my whisper to the wind.
The days are loud and busy,
I fill it with my friends...
But when the night comes
calling, the whispers start again.
But maybe on a late dark
night, when I think it'll never end...
I'll hear you say you love
me, in a whisper on the wind.
Ron Walker November 1998