Everywhere a Whistle Blows

Everywhere a whistle blows Seemingly from nowhere And I stop to look around Fearing I’m breathing in cruel air I met her in the shrine garden She took her oath in silence She saw the eyes of God The litany left her blinded In the wold of her shadow she hides 7 years she had no eyes No reverie to hold herself against her wise Just empty sockets, no tears to cry She had an aspen stowed in her hair She looked like banshee, her gown waved by the ware She couldn't see me but she knew I was there She heard me whistling “Marche Militaire” In the greenwood she collapsed into me You could say, She hung by the trees She said she was being haunted By a spirit but she knew not from where The spirit spake to her But only said of her blank stare The voice whispered harmony’s Songs of the dead Thought it was her father Who didn't make heaven He was a hermit, who drank and relaxed Never took the lord to prayer, until on his death bed She said the man repented and lamented But could never redress his sins The mighty hand of God pointed for his lack of common sense She said her father’s impertinence Led to his dead end But one has to cast the shadow of doubt What really happened then Everywhere a whistle blows But it’s too dark to see from where Take hand so cold, you’ll know it’s I Except I was never there