Wait for the sound Of both you and I Wait for the change In the bend of the light Caught in daguerreotypes Don't put it out of sight Our daughter born in the middle of May By the end of that summer You'd taken my name Weave a way through clothes Where the ochre red stains And the banks they grew low As the fields burned away You should know whenever I'm not around That you'll "wait for me" Has a softening sound In the break of the fire I can hear it still now I settled down Brought you to the ground Washed in the flooded skies We've a ways to go From the sight of our hands While the river froze shut And the winter began And you know whenever I'm not around That you'll "wait for me" Has a softening sound In the gray of the light I can hear it still now Curved by dark and covered in white Lead me back over the drifts In and out through the night You should know you have my heart And you should know why