Kate, If You're Listening
Early in the summer
County Road 510
Coming back to that old dusty road
Will never be the same again
Without him, without him

I remember his bare feet
In the early morning fog
Crossing the river from rock to rock or walking beside his old red dog
Without him

His voice is in the hills, laughter in the cool breeze
Gentle eyes in the rivers, and his spirit is in the trees

She would play the piano
He would just sit and smile
Shining faces in the candlelight, I haven’t heard her play those tunes in a while
Without him

I believe the last few years
Must have been mighty long
He was just waiting to rise up above and to sing to his love with a sparrow’s song

His voice is in the hills, laughter in the cool breeze
Gentle eyes in the rivers, and his spirit is in the trees

I hope he can hear this song and it brings a little peace
And I hope that she is playing again singing, “I Shall Be Released”
Without him, without him

(Davis)
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