Speak To Me

In the stillness of the twilight spirits come to speak to me, whispering ancient secrets in the breeze. And in the light of dawning they are standing there in harmony, whispering ancient secrets in the breeze. In the breeze, in the breeze, oh in the breeze, in the breeze, there'll be a message, oh in the breeze, in the breeze, in the breeze, in the breeze, in the breeze, whispering ancient secrets in the breeze. When all the wandering souls unite beneath the starry sky, there will be a message in the breeze. And though the night is deep and long, their hearts begin to seal, there will be a message in the breeze. In the breeze, in the breeze, in the breeze, in the breeze, there will be a message in the breeze. Oh let there be a message, let there be a message.