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Cherish Sincerity

In the mid October sky all the birds are takin' flight around four o'clock,
and all the beasts on the ground hunker down in their beds of straw.

He cracks the kindling, and I set the kettle on to boil.
We sit by the window, watch the wind blow.

The moonlight laying on the land like a gentle hand resting on my knee.
Oh, just to know that he's there, just to know that he cares, 
it lifts me.
It's a gift to me -- 
Cherish Sincerity.

We wake up to a whining in the middle of the night, around four o’clock.
The dog has heard a mountain lion screaming like a siren 
out on the rocks

So he cracks the kindling, and I set the kettle on to boil.
We sit by the window, watch her move through the shadow

and moonlight laying on the land like a gentle hand resting on my knee.
Oh, just to know that he's there, just to know that he cares,
it lifts me.
We don't have to speak

The eyes do not think of how to see.
The lungs do not think of how to breath.
The ears do not think of how to hear.
Some things are clear:

The moonlight laying on the land, a gentle hand resting on my knee.
Oh, just to know that he's there, just to know that he cares,
It lifts me.
It's a gift to me --
Cherish Sincerity.