The secrets that I hold and hear
Are int’resting to me
They can confirm the strange and odd
Dynamics that I see
And in return for other’s trust
I share things of my own
The equal trade of knowledge is
Akin to an odd loan
The nighttime hours are ripe for talk
About a host of things
But always still we’ll ask again
By Spring will there be rings?
And if you think this is ‘bout you
You may be right in part
But in past days more than one chat
Has been a heart to heart