Michael Woodhead

NOSTALGIC ECHO

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1967, 2020

I hear an echo from the past days of yore
I hear an echo I know I can't ignore
For the voice of my father is calling to me
And the voice of my mother is telling me to be
Just as I am -- without a care
An anagram that none compare
I hear an echo from the past
That says that I may leave at last

I hear an echo, nostalgic echo strains
I hear an echo, so fierce and yet humane
For the voice of my brother is calling me
And the voice of my sister is telling me to be
Just as I stay alone inside
A runaway still in deride
I hear an echo from the past
That says that I may leave at last

I hear an echo from the yesteryear of Time
I hear an echo, something like a paradigm
For the voice of my body is calling to me
And the voice of my spirit is telling me to be
Mellifluous, so sweet of speech
Sanguifluous and kind to each
I hear an echo from the past
That says that I may leave at last


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