When the wind blows through the trees,
I hear your name.
When the crickets sing their song
It's just the same.
When the raindrops softly fall
When the church bells loudly call
I hear your name.

You are in the drifting cloud
Above my head.
You are on the pillow that lies
On my bed.
It seems everywhere I go
And from everyone I know
I hear your name.

When the waves crash on the shore
I hear your name.
And the mockingbird just sings
To bring you fame
When the leaves fall to the ground
When there's no one else around
I hear your name.

When the sunset paints in the sky
I see your name.
Where the mountains cast their shadows
It's the same
In the desert's shimmering heat
In the snow and in the sleet
I see your name.

In the sighing meadow grass
I hear your name.
When the petals fall from flowers It's the same.
In the rustle of the leaves
In the droning of the bees
I hear your name.

				Martha E. Kuhlman