Speak To Me
Speak to me, they speak to me
Of sky and wind, of sea and stone
Of moss and fern and cedar tree
Of cliffs where wild arbutus grow
Speak to me, they speak to me
Of orcas gliding through the deep
Of eagles balancing the wind
Above the waves where salmon leap
Speak to me, they speak to me
The voices here, they speak to me
Of this place they speak to me
Speak to me, they speak to me
Speak to me, they speak to me
Of deer that browse the twilight fields
Of stony heron keeping watch
For what the silver sea might yield
Speak to me, they speak to me
Of bark canoe and beating drum
Of dancing feet that once obeyed
The rhythm of an ancient song
Speak to me, they speak to me
The voices here, they speak to me
Of this place they speak to me
Speak to me, they speak to me
Speak to me, they speak to me
Of what has been and what endures
Of summer's bloom and autumn's fade
In the circling of the years
Speak to me, they speak to me
In voices humming in my bone
In whispers rising on my breath
In languages that tell of home
Speak to me, they speak to me
The voices here, they speak to me
Of this place they speak to me
Speak to me, they speak to me
Fale comigo
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
Do céu e do vento, do mar e da pedra
De musgo e samambaia e cedro
De falésias onde o medronheiro selvagem cresce
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
De orcas planando através das profundezas
De águias equilibrando o vento
Acima das ondas onde salmão salta
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
As vozes aqui, eles falam comigo
Deste lugar eles falam comigo
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
De veados que navegam nos campos crepusculares
Garça pedregosa vigiando
Para o que o mar de prata pode render
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
De canoa de casca e tambor batendo
De pés dançantes que antes obedeciam
O ritmo de uma música antiga
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
As vozes aqui, eles falam comigo
Deste lugar eles falam comigo
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
Do que tem sido e do que perdura
Da flor do verão e do outono desaparecer
No círculo dos anos
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
Em vozes zumbindo no meu osso
Em sussurros subindo na minha respiração
Em idiomas que falam de casa
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
As vozes aqui, eles falam comigo
Deste lugar eles falam comigo
Fala comigo, eles falam comigo
Composição: Lael Whitehead