Singing Man

On a long, winding road

'Neath the passing of crows

Sat a girl speaking soft to the heavens

And though so crowned with locks of gold

She was without companion

Though not without hopefuls to walk her home

And as the liberty would be mine

On one night in the Autumn

I took care to be more than a dance

For she'd been courted by kings

But the kings were not worthy

And the path unto her heart would elude them

So I followed her on

Until breathlessly I said

Here's my hand, won't you take, won't you? Oh

I may be small in your eyes

When compared to the mighty

But won't you love this poor singing man?

So like water moves the earth

I was swept up in the current

But I held fast and Lord, I saw her turning

Like some dark and foreign sky

She was fierce and yet silent

As she held this poor singing man

I had followed her on

Until breathlessly she said

Here's my hand, won't you take it, won't you? Oh

You are not weak

And not small

In my eyes you are mighty

I do love you, oh singing man

Said I do love you, oh singing man

Said I do love you, oh singing man

Cause on a long, winding road

'Neath the passing of crows

Sat a girl speaking soft to the heavens