When we follow the wind, we leave imprints that don’t show

Where we have come from, or where, we dared to go

Can you tell me why,

there’s no end in goodbye?

 

Water drains from sand, leaves these fine grains in my hand

Foot-steps, etched and charted, track much differently, on dry land

 

Can you tell me why,

there’s no end in goodbye?

 

Song-sparrows sing, chickadees eat from our hands

Only when they want to, and not because, you can command

 

Sweet breast of the cardinal, deeper red as the years unfold

So deliberate a dance, a split second, a tenuous hold

 

Can you tell me why,

there no end in goodbye?

 

Such a deep need for rest, and no matter how hard one tries

There’s no taming the release, of what can’t be held, or cried

 

Can you tell me why,

there’s no end in goodbye

 

Can you tell me why,

there’s no end in goodbye

 

Words and Music © Sue Allen 2006

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