Wind in the Trees

I heard a voice in the darkness, Saying something about “the least of these.” It sounded like he was crying. I think it must have been the wind in the trees.

I heard somebody call my name, Asking me which master I serve. I said that I did not know him. Can’t imagine where he got the nerve.

I bought a couple of prime steaks, And a well-aged bottle of wine. I’m bringing them home to my baby. She’s my darling and I love her fine.

She’s been having a hard time, Though all in all, our lives are rather good. She’s broken-hearted for something. You know I’d help her forget it if I could.

I dreamed a light at the window, Like a torch held in a mighty hand, Someone wailing for the tempest-tossed, And a wall around a barren land.

I heard a voice in the darkness, Saying something about “the least of these.” It sounded like he was crying. Guess it must have been the wind in the trees.