Am G
Ripples are echoes, for those who can't hear
Am G
thunder has light-ning, to tell them its near
Am G
The moon is an echo, for no sun in the sky
Am G
day is an echo, for night that is why
Am G
Guitar’s are in echo, when they are strum
Am G
voices respond, re-sounding the hum
Am G
Shadows are echoes, at NOON they’re alone
Am G
but the word it reflects, so its called palindrome
Am G
Trains they make echoes, in tunnels with *****
Am G
and though it’s but one, they call them two hoots
Am G
A bell has an echo, when ringing the news
Am G
anvils have echoes, when horses wear shoes
Am G
Rainbows have echoes, in pots at each end
Am G
who was it said, that sunbeams can't bend
Am G
Lighthouses flash, with echoes in Morse
Am G
for posh sailing boats, and not Viking Norse
Am G
A bow has an echo, with a wow at the end
Am G
one midnight bark, starts setting a trend
Am G
A dream is an echo, of what we once did
Am G
hid in a bottle, behind Jeannie’s lid
Am G
Our words in the ether, will never meet
Am G
that’s why an echo, can never cheat
Am G
My echo my echo, is loneliest of all
Am G
that’s why they listen, at my wailing wall
Am G
Heartbeats are echoes, like yours and like mine
Am G
that’s why this song, must end with a pine.
Chorus
Am G
Echo all echoes, are art on the wall,
Am G
must be the sadd-est, sounds of them all
Am G
Echo all echoes, are art on the wall
Am G
must be the sadd-est, sounds of them all
Am G
Echo all echoes, are art on the wall,
Am G
must be the sadd-est, sounds of them all.
Ryan O'Leary ©
25/02/2021