Listening to Singing Songtext
von Iris DeMent

A woman′s voice like the wind, it rushes
Nocturnal, moist and black
And as it flies whatever it brushes
Oh, it changes and it won't change back
Its a diamond shine
Comes to bathe and bless
Things are draped in a silvered light
It rustles its suggestive dress
Woven of fantasy, silken and bright
And the power that propels the enchanted voice


Displays such a hidden might
It′s as if the babe were not a head
It's as if the babe were not a head
But mysterious stares beginning their flight
And the power that propels the enchanted voice
Displays such a hidden might
It's as if the babe were not a head
It′s as if the babe were not a head
It′s as if the babe were not a head
But mysterious stares beginning their flight