Your Song

I know a sad little song,
I wrote it just for you.
I sing it softly now, my love,
it's such a melancholy tune.

Can you hear it whispering along your back
and scratching at your eyes?
Do you feel it burning in your throat
and tearing at your mind?

It's a heartbreaking little thing
sung in such a sad little way
the tripping of the melody
casts my voice away

Can you see it now, my dear,
floating through your mind?
And do you know, my heart,
it's how your soul cries out to mine?

I wish it were a jubilant tune
an aria for all time
but alas, my love,
it's so much less I fear.

For do you know, my friend,
that the words you think you hear
are nothing more and nothing less

than the fading of the years?