I Never Heard Her Sing

She's gone to search new places

for new people and new things,

and I never heard her sing,

never heard her sing.

With a voice like calming breezes

and a wind upon a wing,

but I never heard her sing,

never heard her sing.

I brought her songs and melodies

of sunshine and of rain,

but all that was in vain,

all in vain.

She could not sing my songs of love

while living with the pain,

now she’ll not come again,

ne'er again.

For me she could not sing,

for me she could not sing,

so I gather all the questions

I laid at her door,

and won’t ask why anymore.

When she finds love to fill her heart

and the joy that it will bring,

the world will hear her sing,

hear her sing.

Until then my days go by

always remembering 

that I never heard her sing,

never heard her sing.


Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   June 2013