Serenading

Will you come and what will I say Oh I have been so distant and unhappy Like I could disappear When I was a boy I saw things That no one else could see So why am I so blind at twenty-two To the hope that is all around me Filling up this room On the road on my own Waiting for the words to fall from your tongue Into my ears When I was a boy I could hear Symphonies in seashells So why am I so deaf at twenty-two To the sound of the driving snow That drives me home to you