Texty: Xavier Rudd. White Moth. Whispers.

I've seen you somewhere before your eyes
Your eyes draw me back to the songs, it's been many moons
My mind is too young and I can't place it

The spirit within me breathes now
These old people sit here with me
My feet turned up, inside I receive it

And I feel it in every breath in it
It circles inside my head and I
I fear it with each new day
And every way these whispers reach

These whispers reach
Now they're secrets before
These whispers they reach

These are friends of country and time
And this knowledge so long denied
But I thank you, oh oh and I thank you

The day will be recognized
But our children still we deny
This is school culture simply too young to feel it

As I feeling with every breath in it
It circles inside my head and I
I fear with each new day
And every way these whispers reach

These whispers reach
Now they're secrets before
These whispers they reach

Now these whispers they reach
Now whispers they reach
Now they're secrets before
These whispers they reach

They're whispers they reach
The whispers they reach
Now they're secrets before
These whispers they reach

Whispers
Whispers
Whispers

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