If ever a soft word, A searching careress Could be healing I would give you this... I would stroke you, Bringing you Into this lost light, Bringing you Over here; Near Where you shall be warm in Your dear life, Oh how I want to bring you Back from the rains That have fallen... Your love will lift you up. If ever A calm hand, A soothe to the brow Could give sweetness I give you this Now... I will tell you Talk to you Quiet and low, love... Talking so soft And slow And soothing Bringing you very near, So close, Bringing you Singing flooding Back.