There is that I can only hear by the moon I lay still enough to hear the trees grow I listen for the creak of their thoughts And I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs And all the kindest words are held in reserve For you and all my gentlest thoughts A hand reaches to me across the banished sea and holds me holds me holding you It holds me holding you There is that I can only hear by the moon I lay still enough to hear the trees grow I listen for the creak of their thoughts and all the wisdom their age bestows I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs All the kindest words reserved For you all my gentlest thoughts Are yours a hand reaches out to me Across the vanished sea and holds me, Holds me holding you