WHERE OLD WHISPERS DWELL:

I know a place where old whispers dwell,

Deep within the soul of the wishing well,

In the forests of minds, where no men go,

In dreams lost, where the trade-winds blow.

 

I know a place where old whispers dwell,

Where acorns from history´s oak once fell,

In the heart of woods, deep in the midden,

Where the secrets of ancient lore are hidden.

 

I know a place where old whispers dwell,

In the back of closets, who will never tell,

Upon tongues of lovers, deep in the night,

Close to breasts, where the babe´s held tight.

 

I know a place where old whispers dwell,

In the tolling of the lost fishermen´s knell,

Deep under oceans, within the pirate´s chest,

Beneath old tombstones, where old bones rest.

 

I know a place where old whispers dwell,

Deep, deep down, in the mossy Dingly Dell,

Where little folk play & old witches spell,

Where tinkling on the breeze is Tinkerbelle.

 

I know a place where old whispers dwell,

Always in the good, Heaven & never in hell,

So take my hand & I shall show you the way,

Follow whispers of the soul & you´ll never stray.