Look For Me
Look behind the sun for me
or search the shadows on the moon.
Listen as the pines sigh, and sing,
they will tell you where I am.
Or watch the rolling white-tip waves
as they break on coral sands,
and listen to the waters hiss...
they will tell you where I am!
Look beyond the seething cities
to a castle on a windy hill,
then sit, and listen to the silence,
and hear me sing!
But who would look behind the sun
or across a shadowed moon,
or hear the pines, or understand
the song of white-tip waves,
as they break on coral sands?
But he knows those rolling hills of green
and that castle on the hill, and
he will sit, and listen to the silence,
and perhaps, he’ll hear me sing!
Pim Claridge