Текст Beth Orton – Corduroy Legs

There is that I can only hear by the moon
I lay still enough to hear the trees grow
I listen for the creak of their thoughts
And I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs

There is that I can only hear by the moon
I lay still enough to hear the trees grow
I listen for the creak of their thoughts
and all the wisdom their age bestows
I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs
All the kindest words  reserved
For you all my gentlest thoughts
Are yours a hand reaches out to me 
Across the vanished sea and holds me,
Holds me holding you