Listening to your eyes, I hear a voice that calls so clear
Telling me everything that a worried man could wish to hear
And every smile brings home to me how unimportant words can be
Listening to your eyes
Listening to your eyes, I hear the wind that brings the rain
Blowing my life away as the year begins to turn again
But here and now is where you are, and standing still I’ll travel far
Listening to your eyes
Listening to your eyes, I hear the wild birds as they fly
The fieldfare and the redwing on November gales across the sky
The swift that screams above the trees, and circles in the summer breeze
Listening to your eyes
Listening to your eyes, I hear a sound in all I see
Somehow it all comes through; I don’t need to hear you speak to me
And you and I can share the day, and catch it as it floats away
Listening to your eyes |