Lost forever in the sea of forgetfulness The Andaman dialect she takes to her grave No one alive now - it cannot be saved Spoken for centuries with culture and kin Remote tropic island where it stays therein Have you forgotten the language of our Lord?
He speaks in the rustling leaves He speaks in the blackest darkness He speaks when there are no words He heals the brokenhearted He binds up their wounds He speaks when there are no words
