I Talk to the Trees [From Paint Your Wagon]

I talk to the trees
But they don't listen to me
I talk to the stars
But they never hear me

The breeze hasn't time
To stop and hear what I say
I talk to them all in vain

But suddenly my words
Reach someone else's ear
At someone else's heart strings too

I tell you my dreams
And while you're listening to me
I suddenly see them come true

I can see us some April night
Looking out across a rollin' farm
Having supper in the candlelight
Walking later, arm in arm

Then I'll tell you how I pass the day
Thinking mainly how the night would be
Then I'll try to find the words to say
All the things you mean to me

I tell you my dreams
And while you're listening to me
I suddenly see them come true