Spoken For - Zero, Robert Hunter, Greg Anton

Spoken for, since the first new morning of the world

Began

Spoken for, slope of the mountain and the lay of the land

Spoken for, roar of the water on the white sea sand

Spoken for, the fruit of the valley where I make my stand

I thought I heard a voice whisper in my ear

A voice in the distance, but drawing near

Spoken to, but they only hear what they want to hear

Only when fighting for their lives does the truth ring clear

Spoken by the face of a cliff scraping on the sky

Spoken by the wind on the water as the waves roll high

The winging of an eagle when it’s on the fly

The girl in the window with the laughing eye

Bridge

Spoken in the heat of the moment when the lamps are

Low

Spoken in dead earnest or in jest, or just for show

Spoken in a lingo of the heart only lovers know

Spoken in drops of blood that trickle on the virgin snow

Spoken to, by the white winged crow in my sleeping ear

Spoken to, the promise of a reckoning day draws near

Spoken for, defended to the death at Wounded Knee

Spoken for, every acre by acre from sea to sea

With lines in the sand no one else could see

Awakened, by flame in the night, to reality