I hear you calling me, you called me when the moon had veiled her light, before I went from you into the night I came. Do you remember? Back to you for one last kiss beneath the kind star's light.
I hear you calling me, and oh, the ringing gladness of your voice, the words that made my longing heart rejoice you spoke. Do you remember? I hear you calling me.
Oh, years have stressed their weary length between. Upon your grave the hosy grass is green. I stand, do you behold me listening here?
Hearing your voice through all the years between. I hear you calling me. I hear you calling me.
Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.
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