Talking to the eagles up in the sky,
They're saying that the oceans are dry.
Talking to the worms beaneath the earth,
They're saying she's about to give birth.Chorus:
This is a strange world I'm living in,
Where you can talk to anything~
The plants and animals;
The rocks and hills;
They can all talk to you.
The trees can sing just like a bird,
It's the sweetest sound you ever heard.
I've told people about my conversations ~
They called the "paddy-wagon."
I had to talk to a shrink
About the things I heard.
I don't know what he thinks.
He just rolled his eyes into his head.
As I sit here writing this,
I'm listening to the radio.
(It's what the doctor suggested I do;
"To have something else to think about."
Were his words to me):
Although I can still hear the trees.
Dreama Hildebrand
1986
