Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2020

My ears catch the sounds of the singing stones
Melodies so clear
Memories sincere
My eyes see the sights of the ringing tones
Memories so dear
And though my heart is beating fast
And though my life will never last
Still I hold the Mind of Man

Clear is the music of the singing stones
Something through the sky
Seems to pass me by
Bright are the stars as the ling-'ring poems
Melodies that sigh
And though my hands don't seem to move
My mind is thinking I can prove
That I hold the last, dear trace