If ever a soft word,
a searching careress
could be healing
I would give you this...
I would stroke you,
bringing you
into this lost light,
bringing you
over here;
near
where you shall be warm in
your dear life,
oh how I want to bring you
back from the rains
that have fallen...
Your love will lift you up.

If ever
a calm hand,
a soothe to the brow
could give sweetness
I give you this
now...
I will tell you
talk to you
quiet and low, love...
talking so soft
and slow
and soothing
bringing you very near,
so close,
bringing you
singing flooding
back.