A Gentle Soul

He told me himself
He’s a gentle soul
I saw for myself
He’s a gentle soul
Camilla’s a calming name
Like windowing
Camilla’s a calming name
Like windowing
Now there’s nobody else
With your babe’s little eyes
This is number fourteen
Out of how many tries
Your voice has a calming strain
All whispering
My voice wants to do the same
Oh, brothering
And all alone in your zoo
Of numbers and clues
Of colors and hues
He told me himself
He’s a gentle soul